Bioshock: Daddies Little Monster

My Missing Child

What is sleep? Sleep is a condition of body and mind such as that which typically recurs for several hours every night, in which the nervous system is relatively inactive, the eyes closed, the postural muscles relaxed, and consciousness practically suspended. I haven't had sleep in months. To be honest I look it up just to remember what sleep is. Sleep is just a distant memory from a happier time. Before my daughter Mae was stolen without a trace or a trail to follow. I sit at my radio each night listening to the echos and chatter of officers working missing persons cases. Hoping. Praying that one day my daughter's name will echo through the machine saying they found her. My wife Mary on the other hand, has shut down emotionally. Her laugh has vanished and her smile has disappeared. She sits by me each day reading her books and papers and at night she loses it. She cries herself to sleep each night in my arms. All I can do is comfort her with news and lies trying my best to keep her happy. I love her with all my heart and it breaks me to see her like this. I want my old Mary back. The one who never stopped smiling and laughing her amazing laugh. The girl who stood out in the crowd with every guy under the sun wanting to claim her as their own. But she chose me. James Smith, the nerdy kid who did decent in school and loved Rapture comics. The kid with a built chest to hold an even bigger heart, and is average hight. And if someone does as much as lay a finger out of hatred towards her...They'd have to deal with me. Me and her have been through so much emotionally and physically. From us both being abused by our parent's to kids at school shooting us looks while she was pregnant. I would have to admit we could've waited till after senior year, but she wanted a family to call her own. And I wanted the same. This decision got both of kicked out of house and home with very little money. I built our house with my two hands while taking care of my beautiful Mary carrying our beautiful Mae. Mae, it's not spelt like the month but it's her name because when the house was done in the month May I surprised Mary with the prettiest ring I could afford waiting on the other side of our new front door. I remember that smile she had, it's engraved into my mind and every thought of her. God I miss that smile so much. The radio has been chattering more and more with the same M.O. A group of men have been taking little girls from the ages of five through eight. Some parents have been killed trying to protect their daughters. But all of which have had signs of electrocution and burns both from fire and frost bite. The cops have no idea what weapon could shoot electricity or even what they call a "winters blast." But all these are different from my case. Mae was two. Just a sweet innocent child that did nothing but laugh and giggle and eat! Why would someone take her? Mary beats herself up constantly about it. She thinks it's all her fault. Which it is not, she couldn't have helped it even if she tried. There were to many. Their hands brightened the room with colors and the shine of their guns frightened her. I took down two of the goons with my beaten up pistol before i was rendered unconscious by an unknown object. I woke to Mary's screams pleading me to wake up, screaming Mae's name. She was gone. And we couldn't do a thing about it. And as I sit there. The definition and idea of sleep begin to slip away.