Truths Unravel

Chapter #2

April 2, 1987 was truly a beautiful day in Senrol, Alabama, 4 years ago. My former beautiful blue and grey house was shining in the sunlight. I knew nothing this good could last this long, and it didn't. I was just about to leave for school when the news broke out that a battle occurred between two people in the town of Galmaya. Apparently a woman, dressed all in black, was brutally killed. Some people who had the horrible fate of seeing the body, reported that the woman's eyes were taken out, and her bones were showing in places. I don't want to imagine how that looks like.

After that, my parents, Cara Coltrane and Ryker Coltrane, began acting weird. They were strict about my brother, Isaac, and I being home by 2pm, but we would have to remind them that school ended at 3pm, so we couldn't be back by 2. Also, my parents were always going out on "errands," late at night. Sometimes their excuses for being out late were ridiculous, but I'd never question them. Later that year, my parents apologized for acting strange; they said they were worried about a serial killer fighting and then murdering people. I totally believed them.

April 2, 1988. That's the day my parents went missing. After acting all crazy, they go missing a year later. Not even a clue left behind. I was often sent into interrogation rooms, since I was closer to my parents than my brother Isaac was. Isaac always kept his distance from our family, although when our parents vanished, he became a whole new person. He was loud, aggressive, and he started drinking like crazy.

Anyways, during interrogations, I only got one police officer, all the time; he was loud, chubby in the face, muscular, and his moustache was so uneven. I mean like one side of his moustache was longer than the other. He asked me stuff, and I answered. That's all the cops did in my parents case; question and answer. I didn't even bother telling the useless cops about how strange my parents were acting the year before. I knew they would just jot it down, and forget about it. I blame every unsolved crime on our pointless government and their police.

That's why I'm going to solve the case of my parent's disappearance. I have to, since no one else takes this seriously. Emory thinks I'm obsessed with this case. I always disagree with her, yet my room says otherwise; one and a half of my walls are dedicated to the mystery of my parents. It's full of articles, pictures, and some of my own research. I'm curious to get the truth. Curious to know if they had been taken away. Curious to know if they left me abandoned with Isaac willingly. Whatever the case is, I need to know; because then, and only then, will I have a bit of closure.