What my life is like.

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(HAYLEYS MOTHERS POV)
My life, will never be normal.
My life could have been normal.
My life had so much potential.
My daughter has so much potential.

    I could have had one of the most normal lives, I fell in love, got married, had a child, that child grew up, had a family of their own, and then I would pass on.
   But no, my life is a fucking mess.
The rest of my life is gonna be full of questions, blame,  and self dread.
    
    That day was a nightmare.
I had waited for Hayley to come home from that party, but she didn't, so I drove my ass over to that party, I yelled at all of the kids there, they had no idea where Hayley went, she apparently left.
  I called the police, they went looking for her, I was on the police for absolutely months, and they couldn't find her, not even a corpse.

    The last few months of my life have been me.
Trying to make things as normal as possible and forget that I had a child in the first place, but seeing all of the "Have you seen me posters" and notes left from the police, I keep remembering that I have a missing child, not a dead child, a missing one.
   I still need to know what happened to her, and if she even is alive.
    I set up a small cork board up in the post office that me and my husband own with pictures of Hayley and her have you seen me images, so whenever a young person around Hayleys age starts looking at it, I can ask them if they know anything.
So far, all of the kids just ignore me, they can't face me.
      I'm the mother to a missing girl.

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