Oh my god, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I had totally forgotten about this all together! I'll try to make it just as good just please dun be mad at me!! (๑'╹‸╹'๑)

I don't know how long it has been but the only thing I have been eating was apples and the only things to stare at was a couch and a chair, a dresser and a whole bunch of knives. Most of the time I'm sitting upright on the couch, hugging my knees, I'm going to be afraid  of sleeping on couches for awhile. I'm also going to be afraid if green haired people with multiple personality disorder!

All I want is to go home, eating a full meal and sleep in a bed, or sleep at all without worrying about haven't a knife outline around me. Nothing has happened ever since I woke up the first time, Flippy hasn't been here and he locked the door so I can't get out. There were no windows and as far as I could tell, he wasn't lying about being on the outskirts of town, nobody ever goes in the outskirts of town.

Poor Petunia, who knows how much she's worrying about she, she's probably huddled in a corner somewhere thinking of the worst scenarios. Too bad the real scenario probably isn't playing in her head. I need to find a way out, I can't keep her waiting, or Giggles, on my gosh Giggles probably isn't giggling right now, oh my gosh if I hadn't gone for that stupid walk.

I just need to refrain myself from hurting him, no matter what he does. How am I supposed to do that? I want my Flippy back, not some troubled kid who has serious brain issues! I need to calm myself down, I'm hyperventilating... wait a minute! No, I'm just overreacting, there's still the door which gives me fresh air... I hope!

Oh, my spikes! Please don't come back soon, I don't wanna think about it. I pick up one of the pocket knives and close it, it was very light. Then, and only then, did I have the best idea I had all day.... or however long I had been here!

We haven't called the police yet, we don't know if we should. There's no ransom like in one of those cop shows, there has been no tapes, CDs, or recordings of any kind! I keep telling myself "It's all been a dream, you'll go to her house and she'll be passed out on the couch in that mess of a house" I would cringe but I have better things to cringe about right now.

Giggles and Cuddles keep coming over, trying to get me to be out, cheer me up somehow but I can't be cheerful when Pine-tree scents know what's she's feeling right now. She's probably scared, in the dark, alone, starving, oh pines she might be starving! She can't starve, she's pretty as she is! She doesn't need to starve let alone starve to death!

I need to pull myself together, it may have been four days since I last saw her but I need to look more and worry less. I grab my jacket and run outside, I think leaving my front door open but oh well, Flaky is more important! I run all the way to the tree house which has been untouched since we found out that she really was missing. I climb up and open the door and look around the scene.

There was a 'Sorry!' board in the center of the house with chess pieces, not regular pieces. Although most of the pieces are scattered, there are three pieces that were left scattered around the blue home but the rest of the homes were empty, probably all scattered by whatever happened. Agh! Why am I looking at a board game! I forced myself to look around, at the tracks in the dust. There are shoe tracks, that of Flaky's sandals and boots.

There was something off about the boot tracks, now that I look they were everywhere and they didn't look like regular boots but army boots. Flippy popped into my head but he wouldn't have come back and not told us. I follow his boot tracks everywhere, from the doorway to the game chest, to the cots and finally to the dresser that was empty except for a folded up piece of paper and a pencil. 

What I saw could not prepare me enough for the thoughts that came after. It was a picture, a clear drawing of Flippy crying and behind him, holding a knife to his neck was also Flippy but he had a look that I could never imagine the sweet boy possessing. I shoved the pencil nd paper back in the drawer and slammed it shut "What in Pines!" I mumble. I take out the piece of paper and look again and in the corner is a date from only two weeks ago.

Oh my Pines, poor boy, he has been here all along but for how long I want to know. Either the military school did something to him, or he has been like this, but what does this picture mean. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples thinking back to when we attended elementary school with us, I loved those memories so much, then it hit me, I knew what the picture meant!

I hope I did okay, I haven't updated in so long, I've lost sight of the story but don't worry, I'll get it back I promise, I'll try my best to update soon just please be patient with me, the only time I have to update is at night, after my bed time. Please forgive me! (๑'╹‸╹'๑)