Behind The Sea: The Lost and Wanted (never gonna be rewritten.)

1. Only a Dream?

Chapter One

I stepped onto the warm, white sand, away from the lush grass. I walked around the small area of beach for a moment before rushing to the cold water, the swells crashing against my feet. I looked to the sun and closed my eyes as the wind blew my long, dark curls around me, the rays heating my pale skin. A loud boom filled my eardrums, and I snapped my eyes open. Suddenly, I was in the darkness.

A huff of air escaped my lips as I came to the realization it was just a dream. I threw the blanket off of me, and went to the kitchen, feeling my throat closing up with thirst. I stopped in my tracks as I passed a hanged photograph of my mother, feeling tears well in my eyes.

I diverted my attention from the frame, and went to the kitchen. As the fridge got pulled open, light filled the small kitchen. I grabbed the bottle of soda waiting for me and sipped it slowly, walking into the living room since sleep didn’t appeal to me just yet.

I turned the television on, not bothering to change it from the channel it was already on. I listened to the different stories being told, until a picture of my mom came on the screen. I gasped, and scrambled for the remote, quick to snap the television off. I pulled my knees to my chest, biting my lip and fighting off tears.

I sat there thinking of how much I took her for granted. I started to pick up the phone, and then looked at the clock, only 3:20 A.M.

I sighed and stood up, walking back into the kitchen. I screwed the cap back on the bottle and placed it back into the fridge.

On my way to my bedroom, I passed by my Mother's door. I gripped the handle tightly, and I slowly turned it.

The door creaked as I slowly opened it. I closed my eyes as the door opened to a full.

I opened my eyes, and scanned them over the disaster room.

Her bed was a mess, and glass was shattered. The potted plant she had was broken and dirt was strown everywhere. She had a pile of dirty laundry in the corner, and there was blood spots on the floor, but not enough to scream murder. She wasn't dead.

My mother was not dead.

I walked into my room and sat on the bed. I closed my eyes and drifted away into a more peaceful, dreamless sleep.

I woke again at a more reasonable time, 8 A.M. I got up and walked over to my closet. I stared at my cluster of clothes, and just put on dark skinny jeans and a loose yellow T-Shirt. I picked up my phone and dialed the police.

"Hello, Seattle Police Station, How may I help you?" said a man in a husky tone.

"Hey Phil, It's Valeri again. Any news on my Mother?" I said worryingly.

"I'm sorry Valeri, You know we won't give any information over the phone, if you want to know, you'll have to come down to the station."

I sighed. "Alright Phil. I'll be there in 30" I said before I hung up the phone.

I slipped on my favorite white flats and put a twenty dollar bill in my pocket. I headed out the door. I walked outside and looked up at the sky. I sighed as I realized it was going to rain again soon. I walked on the sidewalk until I hit the police station. I pulled open the door and walked inside.

"Hi, I'm, um, Can I see Phil?" I asked.

"Sure, let me get him!" An enthusiastic woman said.

"Thanks..." I murmured. I watched the woman walk off and then stared at my feet, thinking of my mother.

"Hey Val." Said Phil, startling me.

"Oh, Hey, Can we talk about the case..?"

He looked around before answering, "Um let's go somewhere more private."