Missing

CHAPTER 1:

She went missing; she had gone missing. Searching to feel what used to live. The kettle that would boil water in their yellow kitchen. Or the horses that ran almost as fast as he did. The green grasses that would dance in the meadow at sunset, and the crayons that soon turned black. The sun that used to shine so well on their young skin. She had searched for the place in the barn, on the hay and the blankets to sleep on, and the flowers that used to be so bright. But all were nothing anymore, although the sights gave thoughts of sorrow and joy, nothing was real anymore.So day by day, the walls came closer and everything grew more black then before, but no one had noticed because invisibility is slow, and everything else is fast.

CHAPTER 2:

Little girl runs fast, her blonde curls running in the wind, but not faster then her feet. Past the red pickup truck and the diner, her wind on the warm apple pie that was waiting for her at the dinner table. She ran up  the stairs, flew through the front door, and into the kitchen where her mother awaited her arrival.

The two would cook all night watching for the perfect toast. The perfect color. The perfect bite. They had made piles of cookies, with laughter on top. And although the water boiled and the bread had been burnt the mother and daughter ate the scrumptious treats, happily and with love.

CHAPTER 3:

Early every morning she watched her brother wake. She climbed to the window and smiled as he rode. He rode in his pajamas, with a smile on his face, as the sun rose behind him. She thought about how much longer she would watch him, how the days would go by. How long until the sunrise was over, and how long until Mom realized that she shouldn't be yelling at him, for he was smiling instead of crying over losing the horse.

He was dumbfounded by the white walls and how the heads began to turn. The people who came to see him and the way they had cried as he watched cartoons. The music he fell asleep to as she drank hot chocolate, watching her brother sleep. Dreaming of riding his horse. She knew that thats all he had and loved. Because he no longer could run on his own. He could no longer jump, or feel adrenaline in his lungs while succeeding physically.

He had his own room, but he didn't want his own room. Because if he had his own room, it would soon be gone and wouldn't remember him. If he had his own room his heart would go with it. Everything would be gone. If the boy had a horse he could do before he went. His heart would be fulfilled and would stay golden to the horse.

CHAPTER 4:

There was so much to be learned! For she had always asked to be taught in the meadows. She would beg, she would plead. And when defeat was finally announced, the two would pack a picnic basket and would walk down the road to arrive in the meadows at sunset. Out came the two leather journals, one maroon and once black, along with 2 pencils. She had loved lessons, so wholeheartedly. The two girls would talk of the city, with the lights and the water. As one taught the other, they would dream together. And that's what made her feel. The sun on her skin, as the sky turned pink. She was learning; she was creating a purpose for herself. She had never had one before, for she was never allowed to. They always told her to be silent. They had said not to be "outrageous" because "ignorance kills". And to many, her teacher was "ridiculous" and "outrageous", "an unintelligent dreamer", but she had liked it. Because she wanted to be more, just like her teacher was. She wanted to have stories about cities and waters, writing and concerts. She wanted to win. And the best way to win was to be at her lessons in the meadows at sunset, for she was dreaming.