“Mom!!” I shouted at the top of my lungs the second I stepped into the compound. My heart beat raced but my movements slowed down drastically. The compound was empty. Silent. Bushy. Dead. “Mom!!” I shouted again, desperate for a reply as I ran into the house. It looks so desolate and ravaged. Someone broke into the house and nobody has stepped in here ever since.
Running to the back of the house, I saw my little sister’s clothes scattered on the floor; her toys too. A year dropped, there’s no one home. After six f*****g months of waiting and begging to come home, I finally do and it’s empty?
I ran back to the house, searching for anything. A clue, a note, anything at all that points to my family. I’m finally off the hook with the Rutherfords so why can’t I go with my family.
Insanity
