Chapter 22
(Name's pov)
I smiled as I walked into my house and called for abigail. I waited for answer but I didn't get one.."Abigail? Sweetie it's (Name)" I said as I waited but didn't get a reply still as my heart began to race "Abigail!? Where are you?" I yelled scared that I couldn't find her. Her dog was still hear and was currently barking at me happily but I was not happy right now. "Abby!" I shouted searching the house. I couldn't find her.
I cried as I called the police. They said I had to wait fourty-eight hours to report her missing. I then called Jack who now sees Abigail as a granddaughter.
"(Name)...?" He asks. "Do you know what time it is?"
"J-jack!" I sobbed into the phone.
"(Name) are you okay!?!" He asks panicky.
"It's Abigail. I came home and she wasn't here." I sob out. "The door was unlocked and I know we kept it locked. Just in case..."
I hear him cuss as he seemed to be wide awake now when I find a note "Jack..there's another note" "read it" he says firmly as I pick it up
"M-My d-dearest (N-Name), I know th-that this must be heart breaking, b-but it was for the best, sh-she was taking up to-too much of yo-your time a-and I couldn't have that. S-She wasn't even really your own child and yet you acted like she was when it should only be me and our future children."
"(Name), we are sending a team to your house." Jack tells me. "Lock all the doors and get your gun."
"O-okay." I sob. I robeticlly get up and lock all the doors. I also get my gun and turn off the safety. I sat there sobbing and holding Abigail's Dog he locked at my face and whined. Knowing I was upset.
-Time Skip-
I hugged the dog lightly as it nuzzled my face and neck as I cried. Soon enough I hear knocking on the door and police lights but no sirens. I couldn't help but hope that maybe she was alive though as Jack said he would look around the area.
I open the door and in comes some cops and a FBI team. They take their questions and I answered the best I could. Soon enough Jack was hear I ran to him and hugged him. He hugged back. The more I wanted to tear up and burn but it was already in evidence. Jack says that they have not found the body which gave me hope. He also told me Will was on his way as well to spend the night. I nodded, I went upstairs and curled in my bed the dog curled up with me trying to comfort me.
-Timeskip-
About an hour later or more Will knocked on the door and looked at me sadly. "Hey (Name)." He said softly as I looked up with teary eyes and tried to wipe them.
He sits down on the bed. "I am so sorry (Name)." He began.
I broke down sobbing I knew that tone. I have heard it before. Abigail is dead. I sobbed and he took me in his arms. He was crying to. Will was like a father to Abigail and now she was gone. He sits down on the bed. "I am so sorry (Name)." He began.
I broke down sobbing I knew that tone. I have heard it before. Abigail is dead. I sobbed and he took me in his arms. He was crying to. Will was like a father to Abigail and now she was gone.
"D-Did she at least die peacefully?" I asked as Will stayed quiet making my eyes widen. She died painfully didn't she? Oh God... I shouldn't have left her alone! "We also found another note... I swear (Name) I will catch this basted and put him in an asylum or kill him."
I sobbed more and Will just held me shushing me gently. I couldn't believe this is happening. I soon fell asleep.
-Time Skip two days later-
It has been two days since Abigail was found dead. I just moped around in bed. Will took Abigail's Dog. He loved dogs and I could not take care of him right now. All I did was stay in bed I have not eaten or showered. I am glad it is winter break. It will give me time to process everything that has happen. Jack would not let me come near this case since it is to close to me. In a couple of days I have to plan a funeral. Will said he would help with that. I just, I couldn't find a reason to really live right now. It may sound stupid but when you take care of someone for almost a year you get close to them and that's what happened here. Abigail was someone who I could laugh with and share my own problems with. I hear my door open, but I did not care. Soon Hannibal is in my room and looking at me sadly. I look at him and just then contiue staring at the wall.
He sighed and looked at me. "Come now (Name) you can't let this affect you so much." Hannibal says as I turned away. "I don't care... I'm alone now, I'll be alone for the rest if my damn life anyway."
"You are not alone!" He tells me raising his voice a little. "I am here for you and so is a lot of others. Your phone has so many missed calls and messages."
"It does not matter." I say.
"Yes it does!" He is irritated with me, I can tell. "You cannot let loosing someone defeat you."
(Hannibal's POV)
"...Watch it. They always said that to me..." She muttered. "When my mother killed my father and I went to therapy they always said... 'Everyday will be a little better than the last.' Or 'Just accept the help.'" she muttered "Help is agonizing, help is 100 volts of electricity surging through my veins as they zapped me to a damn table."
I looked at her. "No, I'm not leaving you." I stated firmly as she cried.
"Please! God I want you to leave me alone!"
"No, what do you mean by electricity?" I asked as she looked at me.
"They didn't tell you well I never did either... Okay my mom has skitzophernia, and because of that they thought I did." She glared at the wall. "So instead of testing me, they pulled my siblings into protective custody and said that I would have to have shock 'treatment' if you can call it that."
I was so angry. They did that to her. I do not approve of that. And to do that to my (Name). I will find them and kill them. They should have never done that. They will pay with their lives.
"You are not there anymore." I tell her. "You are safe and sound. I won't let anyone do that to you."
She looked at me. "Ten"
I was confused. "What?"
"I was ten years old when they did that. You understand now why you saying pain helps sometimes upset me? Because that's what the doctor would say before strapping me down and shocking me."
I crawl into the bed with her and pull her to my chest. "They were wrong and so am I." I tell her. "Only some pain in not needed. It is a painful part of life. It will make you stronger though. As they say. What does kill you makes you stronger. And I know you can get through this. Because you are a strong beautiful women."
Her breath hitched before she began to cry as she clung to me, her body shaking from crying so much and her breaths rigid as she cried and let everything bothering her out. I just hold her and let her cry. I know this pain is needed for us to be together. And when we are she will have to never ever have to go through pain again. I would make sure of that. She falls asleep and clings to me in her sleep. I knew that it would hurt her but it helped her open up to me more, tell me things I didn't know about her or her past. Things like that showed me that we were making progress.