No One Left Behind

Chapter one

July 14th

Today would be Eliza's 12th birthday. She would've had a Marvel themed birthday party, with Spider-Man and Black Widow balloons. I bought a Guardians of the Galaxy cake, because I know Gamora was her favorite. I'm lighting the candles now. Happy birthday my baby girl.

Jessie Morrow stood across from a large green cake with twelve blue and white candles surrounding the edges. The cake was vanilla. Sofie's favorite. Mrs. Morrow silently shook as she clicked the lighter on, and lit the candles one by one. As she lit the last one, she let out a yelp and fell into her hands in front of the cake.
"Mom!" Dean ran into the room, his red hair falling in his face pale, round face. Jessie whimpered as she fell into the wooden chair pulled out behind her.
"Mom..." Dean pleaded as he walked over to his mother and wrapped his arms around her, bending over the chair to reach her.
"I can't believe she's gone," Jessie sobbed, her hands drenched in tears and her blonde hair falling into her face.
"She's...she's not gone. We'll find her," Dean said, trying to announce confidence that he didn't have. This happened all the time, but every time his mother collapsed like this he felt helpless. He was only fourteen, not a psychiatrist. Still, he tried his best.
"Mom, she will come back to us. Please mom..." he tried, pulling her closer. He tried to hold back his tears, to keep from making it worse. He rocked back and forth, trying to calm down his mom. He lived with enough grief that it shook him to the core, that to see his mother that way mad him want to crawl into the deepest abyss.
"Come on, let's get you to bed," he calmly said, pulling her crumpled figure out of the chair. She was only slightly taller than him, so he had gotten used to carrying her to and from her room on her bad days, especially since she had lost weight from the anxiety.
"B-but...Sofie..." Jessie mumbled, reaching for the Walmart cake.
"I'll light the candles, you just get some sleep," Dean pushed his mother's door open with his foot and carried her to her small, quilt covered bed. He slipped her onto the bed. She instantly grabbed the covers and curled up. Dean couldn't bare to watch his mom suffer, and walked out of the room. He loved his mother, but it hurt to go through this process. He wish he could just make his sister come back.