No one knows what happened to Anna Steward, except me. I know exactly what happened to her, I was there when she was kidnapped. I was there when she was lured into the white van by the middle age guy. I tried stopping her from going in but she didn't listen to me.
I tried telling anyone what happened, they all ignored me. I tried screaming and shouting in their faces but no one acknowledged me. I tried telling people on the sidewalk to look for a white van but no one even so much as blinked. Tried telling them to look Idaho, because that's what the license plate state issued number was from. I literally screamed at anyone to help save that poor, naive, 9 year old girl but no one listened. I couldn't understand why, why was no one listening to me? I understand why though. I was reliving my old memories of when I got kidnapped at 9 years old, burned, cut, stabbed, molested then finally killed and buried in some unmarked grave in the woods in Idaho. That happened twelve years ago.
Everyone gave up looking for me after five years of searching but only finding of my shoes as evidence, my case was closed as not enough evidence, and no prime suspects. I still hear my mom cry the day I was abducted, my father passed away three years ago. He's in heaven, I'm still on earth so I can't go to heaven yet sadly.
