The Lost One

Chapter 13

I rub my eyes tiredly when I wake up from my nap. I sit up and a blanket falls on the ground. Did David or Monica put a blanket on me when I was taking a nap? I pick up the blanket and fold it. Once the blanket is folded neatly, I set it on the couch. I stand up and stretch.

I finish my stretch and take a tour of the house. There's no stairs and I'm surprised because the house looked tall on the outside. There's a total of three rooms and one bathroom. I'm guessing there's a bathroom in the master bedroom but I'm not going to just open doors and walk inside. That's an invasion of privacy and just rude.

I walk back to the living room and look at the time on a clock on top of a shelf. It's 6:45 p.m I slept for four hours and no one is home or else I would have heard them. Since no one is home, I decide to walk to the motel and see if my backpack is still there.

I walk out of the house and walk down a street. I found the motel when I had run from the park, so if I go to the park again and retrace my steps, I might find the motel. Or worst case scenario, I get lost and the police find me. They're take me back home and probably put me in a foster home until they find my parents.

I highly doubt they're going to find them though, so I have to prevent that and find my parents myself. Maybe with the help of Monica and David. As I walk, there's a bus stop with the map of the town. I stop in front of the map and see if I can find the Sandy J Side park.

I find it after two minutes and I can feel my eyes straining. I look away as I feel like my eyes need a change of pace. If I head straight for a few blocks and then turn right, turn left and then straight again, I should find the park. I follow my mental plan and after a while of walking, I was standing in front of the park once again.

I walk past the front and take a look around. It kind of looks like the park that was in the other reality. I stop dead in my tracks when I see the picture, I had dropped maybe two days ago, laying on the ground next to the trash can. I walk towards it and pick it up.

A sensational feeling goes all throughout my body as I pick the picture up, but then a pained gasp escapes from my mouth. I clutch my stomach, with the picture all curled up. My stomach hurts a lot and my knees give out causing me to collapse from the pain.

"Hey David! Let's play on the swings!" I shouted as I ran past the entrance to the park. I hear no response and frown. "I know you're here David! You can't hide from me!" Before I start to run around the park, my mom shouts at me.

"Melissa, one quick picture before you go and run off!" She shouts. I turn and smile at her. "Sure mom!" I say to her. She has her phone out and she frames the phone to take a picture. A young boy with black hair sneaks up behind me and my mom had already taken picture, before I elbow-punched the boy in the stomach.

"Ow!" He cries out. I turn and glare at him. "That's what happens when you don't answer or tries to sneak up on me." I say angrily. My mom looks at the picture, paying no attention to me or David.

"You can be a bully sometimes, did you know that?" He tells me. I cross my arms and huff at him. "And you shouldn't be sneaking up on people."  I tell him. He frowns. "Monica is nicer than you." He said.

"Why don't you play with her than?" I ask. David opens his mouth to speak but no sounds come out. I look at him expecting an answer but instead he looks scared, almost terrified. I take a step towards him but a hand covers my mouth and another is holding my arm.

My eyes widen and now I'm scared. I'm too afraid to look behind me or to even see if my mom was nearby. I didn't know that anyone was behind me while I was talking to David. How did someone sneak up behind me? How did I not know?

David snaps out of his trance. He begins to speak but before he can say a word, someone came up behind him so quick that it looked like the wind and covered David's mouth. I struggle to get my arm free from the firm grip the person has on me. It's almost like their hand was made out of iron.

I can feel something pressed against the back of my head. "Don't move, don't scream or else." A robotic voice behind me says. I froze in fear when I head the voice. If my parents hadn't told me not to resist whenever I'm in danger, I would have probably screamed or had continued to move my arm.

I'm tempted to at least try but I'm only six years old, what can a child like me do? I'm useless and this is hopeless.

My eyes flutter open as raindrops slowly reach my face. I sit up and wipe my face. Was that a dream I had? Or was it part of a memory? Ring. Ring. I look around for the sound. It sounds like it's coming from a phone. I spot a nearby payphone and it looks to be ringing. Ring ring. I stand up and walk over to it, ignoring the fact that it is raining a little bit harder.

When I reach the payphone, I take a look around the park making sure no one is nearby before picking up the phone. I cautiously put the phone near by ear. "....... stop ....... ... .... parents ... .... you'll be in danger if .... ..... ..... out." There was static and I could only hear and understand a few words.

"Who is this?" I ask. There's no reply and then there's a click. The only sound is the long beep to indicate that no one is on the other end anymore. I frown and put the phone back. What were they trying to say? How did they know I was at the park or was it meant for someone else? They talked about parents and danger?

Hmm. It doesn't make sense, but I'll just to hotel for my backpack. I look at the picture that's on the ground. I'm not picking that up again. I don't know what's wrong with me and why I felt a lot of pain when I picked it up, but I know one thing. I don't ever want to feel that pain again. I walk towards the direction of the hotel.