When Life Strikes

Chapter 1- The Place.

"Ava-Grace". Silence struck the walls of the place. The place seemed deserted but full, dull but colorful, it seemed unnatural. Moments of torturous violence and uncertainty passed.... There was no answer fro the girl "AVA!". Again. Nothing. The worry began to rise and the constant ignorant silences began to annoy Julie. The panic began to almost possess the woman as she traumatized herself with the thoughts that her child had been taken. The gloom and mystery in her eyes overlooked the scene.

The place. Well lets just say it wasn't just a place. it was at some sort of stability. How was there a possibility of such contradiction and unconstitutionality in one room. the stained walls seemed to close in with every footstep made, the constant nauseous feeling  and  claustrophobia of the room came a reality instead of a fear. 

Everything seemed to become eerie. The stabbing pain in the gut of Julie began to arise, the rush of adrenaline hit the body as of that a bullet from a gun. One last burst of adrenaline pounds through her body before she finally leaps from her settled position, the churning and whining of her stomach made her lose her breath almost instantaneously the thunderous connection made between the foot of Julie and the stairs (leading to what may be the biggest shock of her life) risen in be-wilderness and confusion. 

When what seemed to be the endless encounter of contact between Julie and the stairs and she finally reached the summit, it took no time at all to arrive at the door that the future of her security of her motherhood would be unveiled. one last time she began to roar, "Ava-Grace!". It came to no surprise that the reply she had got was the deafening silence she had heard time and time again. Something about this silence was different, the feeling of desperation and lust ravaged her body.

The time had come.

The temptation of removing the only thing stopping her from seeing her young, intelligent and beautiful 6 year old daughter was too much, how could she not anticipate the result. Frantically the boulder in front of Julie swung open with so much force that it collided with the desk side table of which Ava-Grace would be drawing pictures of her dreams. The love which was anything pink and girly. Anything that introduced her to the land of fantasy but not reality.

The force of the boulder overwhelmed Julie. A waterfall of tears begin to tumble down her face for what she saw before her was not what she was expecting. The shadow of a lonely desk. An comfort that was not used the night before. The darkness of the object that was used daily as a play toy stood still in the middle of the space in the place where Ava-Grace should have been. 

"ARGHHHHHHHHH!" . The screeching and crying of Julie thundered throughout the neighborhood, the bellowing of which was coming from her lungs  fizzled into a silent stare. Where was Ava-Grace?

The only way she was going to cope with the way she felt was to.... Her conscience began to chat to her "No Julie you gave that up! don't go back". How could she listen? The only sense of security in her life had been maliciously stolen from her. How could she fight the temptation. The luxury of that feeling. That near-by death experience through every gram of the powder that trickles up the nostril of Julie?

The temptation began to become too much for Julie. She had no hope and surrendered her soul to the emptiness within. The gripping of depression swung at her constantly knocking her off balance. The endless tears and pain of her baby girl's disappearance left her sick and lonely. The only thing she could do now was stare at an empty picture frame and wonder. 

The emptiness was all too much. The shadowing of the whole inside of Julie's heart became an obsession of Julies.

Several months past with no sign of Ava-Grace. All sense of hope was beginning to deter and crumble as every dull, pointless second emerged. "What's the point? Shes half way across the world by now". Julie fell to the floor and drowned herself in the tears that she was creating.