The Missing Young One

The Beginning

The sun arose over the grass-green hill outside the window. The warm sun cascaded Katy's face; causing her to wake up. As she rolled out of bed she heard her new born daughter, Sara make a small, yet adorable noise. John heard, and rolled out of bed as well. "I got it," he says sweetly. He walked slouched over to his baby girl's crib.

She let out a small cry, as her diaper was, well...gross. John and Katy walked slowly down the stairs of their 50,000 square foot house.

John made eggs and toast for him and Katy, and left her to feed Sara. She knew Sara needed to get more sleep, so she began to sing softly to her baby girl.

Unconditional,

Unconditionally.

I will love you,

Unconditionally.

There is no fear now,

Let go and just be free!

I will love you,

Unconditionally.

As katy finished, she noticed baby Sara had fallen asleep in her arms. My little angel, katy whispered. she quietly crept upstairs to lay Sara down.

She walked into Hers and Johns room. Katy and John didn't want to mess up with their first child, so her crib is set in their room. There is a room downstairs, but Katy always has this sickening feeling that something will happen to Sara.

As she walked in, she noticed a tall, thin man wearing a trench coat and strangely enough, a top hat. "Who are you?!" Katy shouted. he didn't answer. "JOHN!" Katy yelled, "GET UP HERE NO-" Katy was cut off. Whoever it was had snatched Sara right out of Katy's arms.

"SARA! NO!" Katy screeched like a Banshee. John burst in the door and found a said Katy, collapsed on the floor, without Sara.