She's still out there. It's been almost a month. Annie starts school next week and Meg would've started school at the same time. Her first year of high school. I was so worried about boys...I shouldn't have worried about other kids. I should've worried about the adults.
This is normal now, waking up and scanning the news and calling the police every morning, that sick feeling of rising hope even though the answer's always the same. Looking at my daughter's empty bed every morning, thinking about how it's neatly made for once. Annie clinging to my side all the time. She's barely spoken since Meg was taken. I'm not sure if she should even be going to school next week. I'm not sure if I want her to go.
We're still searching the forests. The police have no leads, the call lines are empty, and every day the possibility of finding her becomes more and more dim.
You see this on the news and you never imagine it'll be you. You never imagine these things can happen. You never imagine it will hurt this much.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
they found her finger in the woods
my ex-husband found it. We were searching- I was searching a different part of the woods- he said he found it...he says it was on the ground. It was so pale and small. They didn't want me to see it but in the end I got my way. I deserve to see...
they sent it to Seattle for testing. I got the results back today. It's hers. It's Meg's finger. The bastard cut off my daughter's finger. My daughter. He hurt her.
My ex thinks she's dead. He's wrong, he's so wrong, he's so wrong. He has to be. Moron. Losing her finger wouldn't kill her. Not even with blood loss. She's not dead. She's not. She's not.
I haven't told Annie. She's been having more nightmares. Told me that the faceless man was in our room last night. How do you tell your daughter that her sister's lost a finger? How do you tell your daughter that her sister's been missing for weeks?
Meg, baby, darling...god dammit. I'll kill him. what he did to her. What he did to her. I'll cut his balls off. I'll cut off his fingers I'll tear out his tongue. I'll break all his bones. That bastard is going to pay.
He'll pay and pay and pay.
they sent it to Seattle for testing. I got the results back today. It's hers. It's Meg's finger. The bastard cut off my daughter's finger. My daughter. He hurt her.
My ex thinks she's dead. He's wrong, he's so wrong, he's so wrong. He has to be. Moron. Losing her finger wouldn't kill her. Not even with blood loss. She's not dead. She's not. She's not.
I haven't told Annie. She's been having more nightmares. Told me that the faceless man was in our room last night. How do you tell your daughter that her sister's lost a finger? How do you tell your daughter that her sister's been missing for weeks?
Meg, baby, darling...god dammit. I'll kill him. what he did to her. What he did to her. I'll cut his balls off. I'll cut off his fingers I'll tear out his tongue. I'll break all his bones. That bastard is going to pay.
He'll pay and pay and pay.
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