Missing

Chapter 1

I woke to the sound of my alarm buzzing incessantly in my ear. Oh, for the love of all things lovable, could it stop! I turned to my side, and read the digits flashing across the huge lump of irritating metal. It was six thirty. Damn! I had forgotten to turn it off for the weekend, now I must pay. I was looking forward to doing absolutely nothing, but that in its self would be a treasurable gift. I brought my fist down hard on the silver button, to silence the alarm. I looked outside my window, the street lights were still on, beaming down to create odd spots of light. You could see the presence of morning was about to come, even though it was still dark. 

I turned back and lay down on my soft matress, staring up at the celling of my room, there were lots of glow in the dark stars, shining eerily. I closed my eyes, trying to go back to sleep, but I had no hope, I was awake, it didn’t matter that it was ridiculously early it was I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. It was cold in my room, freezing actually. I pulled the doona covers over my head, and lay, gathering heat, my breath making my face moist and warm.

When I was ready, I decide to make a run for it; I dashed from my bedroom, across the hallway and down to the left, where the bathroom was. I ran inside, turned the hot water on to let it warm off and striped down. I could already feel the cold, but the warm water made it increasingly better, I scrubbed myself with soap. Getting rid of large patches of mud, that had attached itself to my skin lash night like a leach as I fell over many times on the slippery moss. I had to get rid of all evidence. My parents were strict, and they would freak if they found out what I’d been doing. At the time, I had barley known what I was doing.

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I went with Jack, Peter and his small girlfriend, Maize. It wasn’t a date, we just wanted to explore ‘Old Bills house.' There had been heaps of rumours of him at school, and I was especially curious, something about him didn’t add up.  He was and old rickety man, with silvery-grey hair, in fine strands standing electrically off his head. He had wrinkles in every wrinkle, hanging limply off his weathered frame. His stand out feature were his eyes, deep set in his eye sockets, a dark brown, almost black colour, they gleamed with wisdom and mischief. Something you would more likely to find in a five year old boy who had just successfully stolen, cookies from a cookie jar.

We had snuck in through old barb-wired fences, that were rusting, and falling to piece’s, the only people that would have to take care around that old pile of scrap, was someone in need of a tetanus shot. We went to the back shed; there was a constant, buzzing, and something that immediately drew my attention. Jack put out his hands, clasping them around my foot and giving me a boost, to look through an old pane of glass to see what was going on inside. I could have never expected to see what I saw, there was Old Bill, sitting in an old woman’s rocking chair, his eyes wide, looking at something on the opposite wall. I looked where his gaze was directed. And saw it.

At first I thought it was just a trick of the light, but it wasn’t. There on the cobwebbed ridden wall of old bills shed, was a painting. A painting of an old woman in a rocking chair. Identical to the one he was rocking on now, but in the painting, the old woman’s chair was rocking, with her in it swaying with the movement. Just like Old Bill was.

I couldn’t believe what I was looking at, what was I looking at?

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A/N Okay, so this is my first story I put online, I know that it's really short, but my other chapters will be longer. I would love feed back, Its always greatly apprecited. Thanks!