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Chapter 1
(2013)
I forget the details now, its all in my head in bits and pieces. Police cars flashing. People stoping their whole life and gathering at the house. Tears. Hugs. Heart felt words. Loneliness. It's different but it's also so similar.
It's always the same questions though.
"How are you doing?"
"Are you ok?"
"How can I help?"
"I am so sorry for your loss"
"I am here for you"
All I know is that she's gone.
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Tonight a twenty one year old boy has been reported missing by his family and friends. According to his friends they hade been waiting by his morning class to have their breakfast as they usually do except this time he never showed up.......the last person to see him was his girlfriend Jen....we pray for this family and hope to reunite them soon.
(2017)
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And it's always the same answers.
"I'm fine"
"Fantastic"
"You can't"
"Thank you"
"Ok"
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Here it begins...
"Keren if there is anything I can do and I mean anything just give me a call".
"Thank you for all your help, we really appreciate it".
Next.
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(2017)
25/5/17, 19:25 PM
I can't with all these people pitying me an looking at me like I'm gonna break any minute. They all expect me to have a break down, to scream and yell, to break things. I'm not.
I won't.
It's been three days and they haven't found a thing. Nothing. So I guess nothing's changed since Laura. They say that the first 48 hours since the kidnapping are the most crucial. The chance you find a person after that go down by 30 percent and after 72 hours it goes down my 75 percent.
Everybody gets that one person from god. The one person that no matter what will always love you and take care of you. For me that person was Wesley or as everybody on planet earth called him, wes. We met on his first day of uni. He was nineteen and I was seventeen. We both went to the same hight school but him being two grades above me never even really noticed me. A few months after he graduated I went to visit some universities and I saw him there, since he was the only person I knew we talked and he tried to help me figure out what kind of university I was looking for. We really hit it off. After that day he would visit me at school and I would visit him at uni. We shared our taste in music, art, books and football teams. It was like a match made in heaven. We had been dating for almost three years, he was twenty one and I nineteen starting my first year at the same university as him. But that's when it all turned to hell.
All people go through hard things in their life, some people have more obstacles but after you have that one horrible thing happen you kind of have this unspoken agreement with god or destiny whatever you wanna call it, basically you have an unofficial agreement that you have suffered enough and that's it. Except it doesn't work that way. I've already lost so much. How can I continue when I've been torn down and finally after years of psychologists and doctors and all that money spent finally I had figured out how to rebuild myself. you never get over the loss but you learn how to live with it, you have to learn how to move on and use the people around you that care about you to guide and stabilize you.
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(2013)
22/5/13, 3:47 AM
Knock.....Knock......knock..
What the fuck?!
It's like three in the morning... Jesus fucking crist!
"What?"
Sometimes you only know when your told, but sometimes... You just know. You get this feeling in your gut. The look in my mothers eyes-- I just knew something what wrong.
"What is it mom" she could sense the urgency in my voice.
She grabs hold of my hand and says "come on Hun, we need to leave. We will explain everything when we get there".
"What's going on mom? Your scaring me, I'm not going anywhere until you explain to me what's happening" I demanded an explanation.
"Sweetheart, we have bad news" she looks to my dad for help, he offers a hand on her shoulder.
"We just got a call from the police station".
"Keep on mother".
"It's Laura. Honey I'm so sorry but-"
I know what happened, I can feel it. My mother tries to swallow her tears but finds it a much harder task than expected. This is when my father steps in.
"They are not sure but they think she was taken. She hasn't been home for three days and her family thought she was here but--"
"Oh my god. This is all my fault. She was seeing this new guy and made me swear not tell anyone. She was spending the weekend with him..... Dad.... Leave."
Two sets of shocked eyes stare at me.
"I said leave. Now!"
I am then left alone. Literally and not.
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(2017)
22/5/17, 3:47 AM
Knock.....knock.....knock...
No.
Please.
This can't be happening.
Not to me.......
not again.