Definitely doesn't come close to topping this thread, but then it was nearly waaaay worse.
My dear friend, who I've known since we were 6 and have had a crush on for 14 years, was supposed to come over to my house one Saturday last November....she didn't show up.
Fair enough, I thought, I have a lot of flaky female friends.
So I talk to her the next day and she says Saturday had just suddenly gone wrong and she couldn't come over, but she said now would be good. So I told her that would be fine by me, but I needed her to give me like 20 mins to go help my dad with something. She said that was fine. 20 minutes later I try to call her...no answer. Txts...no answer... Left her a couple voicemails...no response.
So I figured maybe she might just have reason X for not answering (phone went dead, fell asleep, forgot, whatever). I didn't worry too too much. Thought is was weird, but despite being damn close friends she and I had never hung out or talked with her frequently enough for me to know her routine.
So I let it go.
The next day I sent her a message, gave her a call....nothing...
The next day (Tuesday) I tried again.....nothing....
By now I'm pretty worried, but while my instincts about things tend to be mostly right (AKA NEVER WRONG EVER), I also have a tendency to go a bit overboard in how much I should worry, so I held back.
The next day I try again....same deal. Nothing. So now I'm officially worried but I honestly don't know what the hell to do, so I do the only thing I can fathom, I call the person who knows her best, her best friend (who incidentally was also my first love, who I trust more than pretty much any human on the planet, and who I nowadays consider to be my supreme partner and teammate (insofar as between the two of us we can solve pretty much anything ever, but we only call on each other in dire situations)) and I tell her the situation.
She's not happy to hear it.
She's worried. This girl is gifted with amazing level-headedness, wisdom, grace under pressure, and a 20 year long history of knowing our missing friend....and she's worried too.
Shit just got real.
So we spend the rest of the day basically calling everyone we think might even know her, in the hopes that someone knows where she is......nothing.
No one knows.
The next day we've basically run out of ideas. This day is Thanksgiving. We call her a couple times and and text her in hopes of a response....nope. Nothing.
I go through my whole day having a fairly good Thanksgiving hanging out with 20 something family members and assorted associates.
That night I talk to my teammate again. We're really worried by now, and now we're seriously grasping at straws for people who might know people she might know. I've never called so many people in two days...
Finally my teammate gets a response from our missing friend. She's completely lost it and is working on hanging herself. She texts me saying that she's leaving all her stuff to my teammate (they're like sisters) and that I should make sure she gets it.
WE ARE PANICKING.
We're doing everything we can to keep her texting (her phone got shut off and she could only txt) and try to get a clue out of her where she might be. My teammate is a Hall Director for college dorms, so she knows how to handle hysterical people, and apparently she began to figure out some landmarks to hone in on where she might be (this is Houston, TX, BTW. COLOSSAL city to try and find a person in with only hysterics to go on). And somehow...just in time...my teammate and her dad(who's driving while she txts) find her.
As it turns out, 2011 was basically a year full of people just completely failing her, abandoning her, and mentally abusing her.
Including such major hits as (in chronological and suckalogical order):
*something like 50 people saying they'd come to her birthday party and only 2 showing up
*her dad throwing her out of the house for having the gall to have a job, go to school, AND have a social life.
*her boyfriend (who she moved in with because she got kicked out by her dad) telling her she's worthless and did nothing....because her new job didn't start for another 5 days....and then throwing all her stuff into the street and kicking her out ON THANKSGIVING.
So yea, she stayed the night over at my teammate's house that night and the next day she moved in with me (In related news, including a picture of her: http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/18.352083-Childhood-crush#13949988) and has been living here since.
Had I failed her... Had we not found her that night...Thanksgiving of all nights...I'd never be able to forgive myself...
I'm EXTREMELY picky when it comes to the people who I think are worth my time, and she's sitting right around the top of that list.
Nowadays she's a happy cheery person....just straight up. Some days it seems a lot like living in a Disney movie, what with all the dancing and bursting into spontaneously created songs that she does.
She used to smoke like a pack a day and go drinking every single night just to keep herself sane. Since moving in with me she quit smoking entirely and yesterday she declared she's pretty much lost her alcohol tolerance and is probably just gonna quit drinking at all too.
ALLLLLLLLL of that crap is a direct result of what people did to her....
So yea. It turned out well, but that was pretty much the most panic-filled week of my life.
