I Didn't Do It

Franks POV

I am just so worried about my friend, Johanna has not spoken to me in days, and the last time we did speak it was awful, now I know that someone out there wants to hurt her. Who could hurt Johanna, she is just a simple girl from Arizona living in Pennsylvania with a love for the piano. Johanna is a marvelous song writer, and she suits the piano so well, she is the best at it. Except the other day I had been on the phone to her and when she told me that someone was following her, and leaving odd voicemail messages, I got stressed out, and I still am. I would have thought that she would’ve contacted me. Well I better go to her house to check.
As I drove up into her driveway I was greeted by the smiling flowers that lived in her front yard.
I knocked on her front door, and there was no reply. I noticed the door unlocked. so I let myself in, hopefully she wouldn’t think I was that guy stalking her and hit me over the back of the head with a sledgehammer or something.
“Johanna??” I called out. There wasn’t a reply, this is when my heartbeat started getting quicker, those anxious moments when you cant think. Her car was here, so I imagined she was in her house. Then in her lounge room were her music sheets scattered along the floor. She wouldn’t have left them like that. And then in her kitchen all the draws and cupboards were swung open. I really really wanted to know where she was now.

Notes

Sorry that its really short :P