You Complete Me

Prologue

I have a missing piece to my heart.

Only because people have the missing pieces of my heart. Not the one beating in my chest, the one hanging around my neck.

Mostly all the pieces have been found except one. The center. The one that holds all of the other pieces together.

Each piece symbolize a piece of my heart, the one beating that is . There is five spots on the necklace and I have four, but I don't know what the last one is for because that certain someone hasn't shown up yet.

I have had this necklace ever since I was a baby. After I had been born, the nurses put me in the nursery where all the babies go and people can see their precious newborns through the glass. When my mother had ordered the nurses to get me back in her room because she wanted to hold me, I came back with a necklace around my neck. It was in the shape of a heart and looked like the inside of a locket ready to be filled in with my name "Camreigh" written lightly in the middle. My parents have tried to take it off, but when they did, apparently I would cry my eyes out until I got it back on.

My parents were confused on to why I had this empty heart of a necklace and why I cared so deeply for it, until the first piece of the puzzle was laid on my mother's bedside table at the hospital one morning. My parents examined it and began wondering where it came from. It was a small piece of glass that was shaded in red and it was almost round until it cut off and looked like it belonged to a puzzle.

They had looked around, wondering if someone had put it there while they were sleeping. My father had asked everyone on the floor if they were missing the puzzle piece, but no one did.

My father returned and told my mother that no one has seen it before. My mother took it from my father's hand and examined it more. She was holding me and looked down at my necklace. It looked like the round part of the heart. She became curious and brought the small piece to my necklace. When it connected, it molded into the necklace and a soft glow had lit up.

My parents looked at each other concerned and looked back down at the necklace. What they saw next was a small scrawl of the names "Evan and Olivia". They shot their heads up and looked at each other in astonishment. Their names were written on the glass piece of the necklace.

Olivia had began to tear up and knew the importance of the necklace. It's the love I feel. The people that make up my heart. They had never tried taking it off again. The necklace never went far from my beating heart of my chest so I was never in danger of choking and it never imprinted my skin. It was a part of me.

When Evan and Olivia were able to take me home from the hospital, they walked through the door and were greeted with their other children, Caleb, who was 6, and Cynthia, who was 4. They looked at me and held me with joy and love on their faces for having another sibling.

While Caleb was holding me, he looked down at my necklace and was puzzled. He looked up to his parents and asked why I had it. They explain what had happened at the hospital and Caleb looked more confused. He gave me back to our mother and dashed off down the hallway.

When he returned, he was holding something in his hand. When he approached, he opened his hand and there revealed a small red glass puzzle piece heart almost identical to the one my parents had. The second piece. Evan and Olivia looked at each other and had small grins on their faces. They turned back to Caleb and asked him if he would like to put the piece on my necklace.

He jumped up excitedly and gently placed it on the other half of the heart. It had molded and softly glowed up and scrawled the names, "Caleb and Cynthia". Caleb and Cynthia's eyes bugged out of their heads and wowed and awed at what happened before their eyes. They started screeching that they saw their names and Evan and Olivia explained to them that this was my heart and my love for them.

***

Four years have passed and my parents haven't seen anymore puzzle pieces. They came to terms that they will show up in time, but keep their eyes peeled and ears open for when they do come.

I was at a play date where my mother brought me to play with some of the neighbor kids the same age as me, but I always wanted to play with one in particular. Denise. and she always wanted to play with me.

Olivia and Denise's mother, Sharol, and other mom's were huddled around each other, having a conversation. At one point, Sharol announces, "Want to hear something strange? I come home one day from work and see that Denise is holding a red glass puzzle piece." At the mention of a puzzle piece, my mom perks up, eyes wide. "I confronted the babysitter and she said that she has never seen it before and knew that there wasn't anything on the floor for she picked everything up."

The other mom's murmured their reply of saying that is weird until Olivia spoke up, "Do you happen to have this puzzle piece still?" she questioned.

Sharol nods and reaches into her pocket. She pulls out the piece of glass and Olivia holds her breath. The third piece! But why? From who? It can't possibly be Sharol. Camreigh never interacts with her. It finally dawned on her that this piece wasn't for Sharol, it was for Denise.

Olivia hopped out of her chair and grabbed Sharol by the wrist, dragging her to where the kids were playing. They reached to Denise and I and Olivia picks up the piece from Sharol and tries to put the piece on my necklace, but it doesn't mold and glow like the other times.

Confused, Olivia looks down at the piece and questions why it won't work. Maybe it was too late. Maybe the pieces weren't going to work anymore.

While Olivia was dazed with questions running through her head, she felt a small hand in her hand. She looked up to find the small blonde hair and blue eyed child, Denise, picking up the piece and studying it.

Denise finally reached up to my necklace and put it on like Olivia had, only this time, it did mold and glowed softly and had "Denise" written on it. Symbolizing I have a love for my best friend.

***

The fourth piece was a weird one to find because it wasn't necessarily given by a person. When I was in the eighth grade, I was determined to have good grades and I will someday pursue my dreams to go to the college I want to and make a career out interior design. I love organizing and home improving rooms.

I got home from school and couldn't help admire how well everything was going for me. I knew who I wanted to be and I was determined to reach my goals and become who I want to be.

I went to the bathroom mirror and stared at my reflection. With my wavy brown hair and blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. I was a little on the chubby side, but that didn't bother me because this is who I am and this is my body. I love for who I am and I won't let anyone get in the way of that. I respect myself and cherish my body.

I smiled proudly in the mirror and walked to my bedroom with my head held high. Life is good.

When I sat on my bed and sighed happily with everything with school and couldn't wait to get out there and follow my dreams, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I turned towards my night stand and saw a red piece of glass on the corner of it.

I looked around my room, seeing if anyone was here to put it on, but I didn't see anyone. I slowly reached over and picked up the piece. If no one is here to give it to me then why is it here? I reach up for my necklace with my other hand and try if I can connect it, even though I knew it wouldn't.

I put the puzzle piece to the heart and it automatically molded into the heart with a glow. Shocked, I peered down at it to see what it was going to say when the name appeared, "Camreigh".

I sat there amazed. I have learned to love myself and who I am that it has become a part of my heart, a part of me.

I smiled to myself and looked at my name again. I couldn't wait for my family to come home and so I could tell them all about finding the fourth piece of my heart.