The Missing Body

The Missing Body
          It's been seven years... Seven years since my mother has died. She died from a really bad sickness, but no one would ever tell me what it was. I still don't know now, and I'm seventeen. I'm not sure if I want to know, I think I would go crazy. As soon as they knew what was killing her, my dad left us. One day I woke up and he was just gone. All of his clothes, books, anything that was his, was gone, just like him. That was the first day I had ever cried about anything other than physical pain, and when I was a baby. I think I was eight. When my mom died, I cried for days straight. I got so sad, I would barely eat. Eventually my grandparents, whom I was staying with at the time, got me to go to school a year later, and that's where I met Mace, who is now my boyfriend. He helped me through the death of my mother, and the disappearance of my father, and for that I will always be grateful. He asked me to be his girlfriend when we were thirteen, and we've been together ever since.
          I always visit my mother's grave twice a day, once in the morning, and once in the evening. And I've always cried. Sometimes it's just silent tears running down my cheeks, or full on bawling. No matter what the case, I always found a way to sneak in time to see my mom.
I got out of my car one morning, and something was off. I could feel it. As soon as I stepped into the cemetery, I saw the normally polished granite tombstones were caked with dirt, and were sitting on top of a pile of dirt. There was a pile of dirt per tombstone. And there was a hole next to each pile. Inside each hole were identical white marble coffins, and all of them were open. Inside, the deceased body of whomever was dead, was there. Some were rotten, and some still looked fresh, like they had just died. They did have a thing that could preserve a body, but some people couldn't afford it. My grandparents decided to preserve my mother's body.
          I immediately looked over to my mother's grave, and saw four men, three with shovels, and the last in a small crane. I ran over, and looked at my mother's white coffin, with gold letters on the top. They said 'Eleanor Cross'. I haven't heard that name in forever. I got really mad, and almost screamed, "What the heck are you doing?! That my mother's grave!"
One of the dudes with a shovel replied, "The mayor sent us here. He said that there had been a break in to this cemetery, someone stole a body.". I shuddered as he continued his work. Then the dude in the crane then grabbed the coffin and lifted it up. I held my breath as they opened it. I gasped as the space was only filled with air. I started freaking out as the men looked through papers, and then same one who told me about the body said "Records show she was buried here. The body of Eleanor Cross has been stolen."
          Cue the breakdown. I started shaking, and my head started spinning. Twenty minutes later, the TV people came here and live recorded everything. I had forced myself to calm down, and I had called Mace. He helped me calm down even more. We spent a few hours at the cemetery, the first hour was just us on TV, but the next couple hours, we helped put the cemetery back together. We put the coffins back into the ground, and buried them again. My grandma came over with bunches of flowers and we planted some next to every single gravestone, and planted new ones next to my mom's too.
          I decided to stay a couple of days, so Mace got me a pillow and some blankets. I just decided to sleep on the bench that Mace got me. In my car, I had a cooler full of food that would last me about a week. That night I settled down on my makeshift bed and slept. Not very well.
I stayed watching my mother's grave for a few days, only eating when I felt it was necessary, and barely sleeping. One night, colder than the others, I awoke to a chopping noise, and the rustling of gates. It probably was 1:00 in the morning. I sat up, and in the faint street light, I saw the gold italic letters of my mother's coffin. Next to it was a hole the size of the coffin, and a pile of dirt with her gravestone on top of it. I pinched myself to see if I was still asleep, but nope. I was awake. I opened the coffin, and inside it was my mother's body. Exactly the way she died. I started crying. It was the most I've ever cried in my life.
As soon as I got myself together, I looked again at my mother's deceased body once more, and found a crumpled piece of paper laying on her chest. I grabbed it, and opened it. It wasn't what was written on it, but who signed it that made me scream.

        Drew,
        Found her.

            Love you,
                Dad