Dreams Apart

The missing letter

Third person



4 years ago

The sun shone upon Angela as she curled into her white sheets. There was not a single nightmare to torment her, and thank God for Diana and her prescribed pills.

If there was a God, she is certain there is but she is also aware that she may not be his favorite.

Her mother's novels sat beside her bedside while dirty clothes decorated the crystal floor. She had consciously promised to put the clothes away two days ago, yet they still flooded the floor with discernment to her soul.

"The sun's out!" She is fond of sunlight. It gives her a sense of faith and delight. She had a dream once, not of a nightmare nor of dejection. It was of light-a bright light with a man wrapped in white. If anything, that was God.

She danced to the music in her head and intended to run to her sister's massive room, which made her visit Angela every night. "I'm scared..." her sister, Kimberly, would always wail.

Angela stopped in her tracks when she noticed Diana's workroom opened-the one in which they were never allowed to step foot in.

She looked behind her to see if there was anyone to see her, then she took slow and careful steps that led her into Diana's workroom. Angela questioned why the room wasn't locked if Diana didn't want them to be in it so much.

What made her think they wouldn't playfully stumble into it? How arrogant. Angela tried to battle her temptations, but they always got the best of her.

It was messy, filled with inked paperwork on the desk and dark portraits on each wall. She walked closer to the table and saw several papers and documents, but one caught her eye.

It was a drawing. A drawing that was so familiar that she knew the artist, her mother. Her mother's drawing, which she had drawn for her next story idea.

Before Maria went missing, she was working on a story that seemed far from what she usually wrote, and the drawing proved much of that.

Her drafts had dark themes and didn't seem like anything to a child's liking. What seemed to be an idea of the book cover, which was the drawing, was an understatement of creepiness.

It was a dark, blood-curdling metal flower that was surrounded by webs and strings. It looked like gloom and so much more. What was stapled behind it was a letter of reason for the strange drawing just every other book idea of hers.

Angela didn't read it. She preferred to ask her mother instead, but she didn't get an answer.

Angela

I gasped in shock, remembering that the drawing was left with a letter that the investigators were hoping to find but claimed to say my mother had taken her work with her.

The letter most likely spoke of her thoughts and intentions. It was only days before her disappearance. It could've been evidence.

"So how was this here?" I questioned uneasily with discomfort in my chest. I suddenly could think of the worst, as though my mind knew something my heart failed to accept.