When a young girl moves to a new town you would usually expect to see her parents or at least an adult with her. But that is just soo unrealistic in Willow Fay's life. Willow was a baby only 2 months when it first happened during the time her parent...
When something happens that is hard to explain. Like for example, a murder is unexpected and you often may not find who committed it.
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Beckett Fye Point of view
"Good morning I think it is time we have coffee and you feed the baby, I will go make the coffee," I yawn mumbling and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes walking over to the stove and getting the kettle out, to boil the water. "AHHHHHHH where is she who would take her?" I hear my wife yell and see her looking at the crib trembling and pointing to where our beautiful baby, Willow, once lay. Dropping the pot I was just holding and rushing over to look if there was any evidence of who might have taken her, finding nothing I help carry my wife Aria over to our bed and ask her "If she had any idea where she might be?" As she continues to rock back and forth mumbling that it was her fault with her forehead creased with worry. I shook my head bringing her face close to mine and saying "NO IT ISN'T," I shouted then realized that I shouldn't yell bring my voice down to a mere whisper I said, "your fault for something that you couldn't control, we will find her someday, somehow". We had just woken up and my wife had gone over to nurse the baby, who was 2 months old, and our first child. We looked all over the place and put up Amber alerts all over the internet for Willow. But it seemed like she disappeared from our entire state, of Colorado. We had her on the news and everywhere, no one still it had been about a week since she had disappeared, with no news. We even paid to be on the news and explain what happened. Every day was slower than the next soon we started to assume she was just dead, with nobody to prove it we tried to not give up hope on finding, Willow. Every year around her birthday we would go and try to find a star and wish on it to find her, and every year our wishes didn't come true.
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Aria Fye Point of view
I hear my husband mumble to me about feeding the baby, stretching I get up and walk over to the crib where Willow is placed and peer into it then I notice she is not there. Screaming I try to not fall over and wake up the whole town, I look down again just to clarify I'm not dreaming. I'm... not "Who w-would t-take h-her a-and w-why?" I silently ask myself careful to make sure my husband didn't her knowing how much, Beckett would hate it if he didn't have an answer for me. I heard a loud thud and Beckett came running over asking looking around then suddenly looking in the crib and crying out hurt. He carefully took t h r e e d e e p b r e a t h s trying to calm down and not stress me out, knowing that if he was nervous I would be. He helped me to the bed and asked me "Where could she be?" Telling me it's okay let it all out. I felt tears slipping and leaned against his shoulder sobbing. "It's my fault, I shouldn't have left her alone that long, my fault, my fault, my fault," I whispered to myself. He lifted my chin and looked me in my eyes saying "NO IT ISN'T," he shouted mad at me for even thinking that. He lowered his voice noting that he was yelling then said "your fault for something you couldn't control" he said desperately trying to convince me not to be guilty. "We will find her someday somehow dear," I heard him whisper. I nod my head and we get to work finding her we looked all over the place of Colorado and put up amber alerts as soon as we could. But still no Willow no news about her even a bit of information of where she could be. The days went slower and I would go to the cribs somedays and sob remembering the good days when Willow would wake us up and we would cover our ears with a pillow. I wished I spent more time with her even though I practically spent every day with her. We went on the news telling our story, I set up a Facebook account to post about her and finding her. When her birthday rolled around I would make her a card and place it in a box for her, then my husband would take me out to drive and search for her and then wish on a star for her to come back or at least give us a reason to believe she was alive.
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"Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that." -Dr. Martin Luther King Jr
Please leave a comment down below if you have any recommendations about how the story should go, ideas for traits, and for who should play any of the characters (I will choose at Random so if you have any suggestions please leave them). Make sure that the kids are not older than 18 and not younger than 10, I would like them to be about the age of the characters in my story, they can't be 2 years older than any of the characters or 2 years younger. That also applies to the adults but they can't be younger than 23 and older than 30. Thank you for reading "The Mystery of the missing baby," I hope you enjoyed it.
