Hello folks. Miss me? I know I have been a little absent lately. I am doing some thinking about my blog. I want to make some changes, maybe possibly move to a new blog space. I’m not sure yet. I may just need to make a set schedule I can keep up with here. Things would be better if work wasn’t so crazy.
Any ways, let’s get to what you really came here for today. The writing prompt!
Some days it’s harder to get out of bed than others. Some days all I can do is lay there and think about all that I have lost. People keep telling me that there is so much more to find then what I have lost. But when you have lost your entire family, what point is there to life?
Some days I listen to my phone ring and ring all day. I don’t want to answer it, I am tired of people trying to make me feel better. I don’t want to feel better. I want to process this sadness. This dark hole has taken over everything that I am. I don’t even want to remember the good times I had with my family because it only makes things worse. I am alone in the world now, because they all left me. Maybe things would have been better if I knew what happened to them, but they just disappeared. One day they were here and life was great. The next day, they were gone and all I had were questions.
The police found blood and lots of it. My parents home had been trashed. Where was I when it all happened? I was at work. I was always at work, because that is what I did. I wanted so bad to get out of my parents house. I wanted my own place, my own space. I didn’t hate my family, not even in the slightest. I loved them very much, but I still wanted my own place. I felt like I was never going to grow up if I stayed under their roof, like if I didn’t leave home I would never accomplish my dreams. So I worked hard at a crappy job, instead of working hard to get a better job. I wish I had been smarter. I wish I had enjoyed my family more. Even when I was home I was locked away in my room, reading my books, or talking to my friends online.
Now, they are all gone and now I realize how much I loved them. They were my best friends. They were the only people in the world that understood me, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I am lost, broken, useless. Before long I will lose my apartment. I finally got my own place, just to lose it because I can’t make myself go to work. I’m sure one of the phone calls I received today was my boss firing me. I can’t remember when I was at work last…I have no idea how much time has passed. My friends online think that I have died. Only a few know that I am still alive and they all know that it is only a matter of time before I disappear too. None of them care enough to come save me.
All I have left are a few family videos that I saved and some pictures. I couldn’t hold on to much more than that. Sometimes I watch the old videos. I know them all by heart now. Days like today, I play them on repeat. It’s almost like they are here with me again. I watch myself in the recording, blowing out the candles of my last birthday cake. But then I notice something different. My mother, who was recording the video, steps in front of the camera, blocking me blowing out the candles. My mom was always a picture of perfection. Her hair was perfect and her clothes always clean and neat. But in this video, she was not clean and perfect. Her hair stuck out in places, her skin was dirty, and her clothes were torn.
I shook my head trying to clear my mind. I was just seeing things. She stares into the camera and a tear strolls down her face. I move to sit in front of the television and put my hand to the screen. My mother’s hand comes up and sits where my hand is. I jerk back, holding back a scream.
“Naomi,” My mother says from the television. “I am so glad to see you safe.”
“Mom?” I move closer to the television. “Is that you?”
“Yes, sweetie.” She says smiling. “You can hear me.” She laughed. It was the laugh of reliefe and joy all at the same time.
“Where are you?” I ask. “You all left me behind. You just disappeared.” I cried to the television.
“We were taken.” She said. She looked off to the side and her eyes grew wide. “Naomi, we need you to save us. Only you can. There is only one person that can help you. He has been calling you, trying to tell you what happened to us.” My mother talks faster. “Pick up your phone Naomi!” She shouts before the video cuts out, my mother’s replaced with static.
“Mom!” I shouted at the television. I grabbed the remote to rewind the tape, but before I could rewind the tape my phone rang. I jumped and stared at the phone sitting on the table. I rang again. I picked it up and answered. “Hello?”
“Thank God!” A voice said on the other side of the line.
“Eli?” I ask.
“Yes. Naomi, you should really pick up your phone when friends call.” Eli said. He was an online friend, one of the two online friends that actually had my real phone number.
“What do you want?” I asked, frantic.
“Your family isn’t dead.” He said. I gasped and stared at the static on the television. “Naomi, you can save them.” He said.
“How?” I asked. I don’t know where my family is, who took them, or what kind of fire I am about to walk into, but I will get my family back. No one takes away my life line and expects to get away with it.
Let me know what you think.
P.S. Tomorrow I will have an update on my NanoWriMo journey!