I Will Find You. Part One. By Keira

  "M-M-M-M-Mom?"I stutter, gasping for air. She stares at me, in an unusual manor. "Mom, Say something, please." I beg, only getting a blank stare in response. Everything around me is a foggy, bright white. I can only see my mother, sitting beside my laying figure. "Mom!"I scream, in a desperate attempt to get her to speak to me. She just blinks at me, in a calm manor. Then, she bends down to give me a hug, and stands up. "Mom..." I say, in a quiet, but nervous, voice. She slowly stands up, as loose strands from the bun that her long, brown hair is held up in, whips through the sudden breeze. I immediately know what' happening. "Mom!!!" I scream, attempting to stand up, but an unknown force roughly shoves me to the ground. She stares at me, with calm, but slightly sorrow, eyes. "Mom!!" I shout, as she turns away. My panic levels rise to the top, and I almost break my lungs screaming for her. Suddenly, I'm covered heat to toe, in cold, soaking wet water. "Mommmm!" I scream, sputtering through waves of water, that only cover me. I fight with as much power as possible. trying to stand up, trying to breath. Trying not to die on the inside. I see her get one last glance at me through the water, before she disappears forever.
  I wake up covered in sweat. Another bad dream. Just like every night. Every single night. I look to my alarm clock. 1:58 am. I silently sigh to myself. There's no point in going back to sleep. I've already completed my education, and I'm not supposed to go to work until I get better. I  slowly drag me sock-covered feet over the hard-wood floor of my studio apartment. I pass by my table, which is covered piles on piles in missing people flyers. Every time I pass that table, I can't help but look down, because every time I look down, I see her for what could possibly be the last time. I slowly pick up a flyer. I stare at her features. Her caring, grey eyes. Her silky, brown hair. Her award-wining smile. Her creamy, pale skin. I miss her so much.
  A quiet, but sudden, knock on the door awakens me from my trance. I slowly creep towards my door, and look through the tiny hole. I see my dad, the person that has been there for me the most since mom went missing. I unlock my door, and greet the familiar face. "Hey," I say, while obvious sadness fills my voice. He looks at me in a empathetic manor. "Another bad dream?" He asks, with a concerned stare. "Yeah." I say, solemnly. "Look, Matt, I know it's been hard, having your mom be missing for five months now, I miss her so much it kills me inside," He begins, trying to cheer me up, "But if she doesn't come back in about a year, we'll have to accept that she's probably gone." He says, trying to hide the fact that he's on the verge of tears, but miserably failing. "Is this you moving on?" I ask, scared to feel alone in this struggle. "What? No. You're a smart kid, Matt, You know that I look for her every single day of my life. Okay?" He asks me. I stare at him, trying to decide if I should devote the rest of my life, from being 22(That's how old I am now) and up, to finding my mom. I knew the answer as soon as he finished the question. "Yes" I say.


I just wish that he was there when the real struggle began. But that was still a while away.


Or was it?




To be continued...