To Lola: 13 years later

Prologue

"It's been 13 years since 6 year old Lola Fischer's disappearance, a young soul taken to soon, we show our condolences to her family on this painful day and through these painful memories"

Rosie listens as the news person spoke, sitting on her couch smoking a cigarette.

"Every year... the same damn news broadcast every goddamn year..."

She mumbled

Rosie Fischer is the older sister of of what is basically a small town urban legend, a 6 year old girl disappeared without a trace.

"Murder! They cry. how pathetic for humans to be so naïve to jump to conclusions like that..."

Rosie speaks to no one. Sitting in her home alone. Never letting go of the instinct inside her saying the girl is still out there. Despite the odds. She's talked to many investigators and no one will take on a case 13 years old.

She runs a hand though her black hair, her tired red eyes glanced at the screen of the television. seeing the memorial photo on screen, her pale fists gripping the pillow she's holding, frustration bubbling in her chest as the story seems thrown aside as a freak accident or tragedy, only brought up when the reporters have nothing to report on and the wolfs must be fed, even if it means digging up old story's to feel even a remnant of relevance in a town void of conflict.

"She's not here. She's nowhere near this stupid town anymore..."

She looks to the packed boxes scattered throughout the room, pushing herself to her feet as she bends over a table and scrolling the mouse through junk mail on her computer, her eyes scanning for some responses to her desperate crys for assistance.

Her eyes finally landing on a email sent at 3:45 am the previous night.
"Case accepted."

She reads over the email sent by a private investigator she has reached out to 3 months ago. Finally, someone willing to cooperate...

She gets up and takes one of the boxes in her hand

"You'll be home soon"

She says, looking down at the old photo of her and her little sister sitting atop all the other items in the box. Putting out the cigarette not the white walls of her apartment, no regards for her action, that's a problem for the next owner.