The Lost Child

It was a Friday morning, my mother Ingrid just got up and I could already smell coffee. I heard her doing something in the kitchen. I was just about to go up and help her with the breakfast and at that moment she walks through my door with breakfast, I thanked her and had a lovely breakfast on the bed. After breakfast I went to school and had a math test. I aced the test and I felt unbelievably proud of myself. As soon as I got home I was going to tell my mom but she was gone. I immediately got worried and tried to call her several times but she wouldn’t pick up. I tried several times for plenty of hours but I heard nothing from her except that stupid voicemail sound. So a few hours later I called the police and they started investigating the case and they but a “Missing person alert” out for my mother. So I felt like I couldn’t do anything at that point because the police were looking for her so I ordered a pizza and went to bed after I ate it.

 The next day I saw a text from my mother spelled horribly wrong it was like she typed it when she was stressed, and I know my mother and she is always calm no matter what. So I knew something happened. I immediately went to the police office and showed an officer the text message I received from my mother. They traced the text message and saw that is came from a unknown source in the house on the other side of the street from my house. Me and two policemen went there and knocked on the door and young man opened it. It was something on his face, it was almost like he was scared. But the policemen didn’t notice anything so we walked away after they talked to the man.

The next day, I decided to sneak into the house where the suspicious man lived. I climbed through the window and ran into the closet as I heard the footsteps slowly get louder and louder as closer he got. I heard him reach for the closet door and I felt scared, I thought I was going to get caught. But suddenly I hear a woman scream. It sounded exactly like my mother so he let go of the door knob and talked to the woman. I immediately went out of the closet and out the windows again to be safe. I ran to the police station and told the policemen that I heard my mother in that man’s house. They immediately went to the house and thought she was there.

 We knocked on the door and no one answered so we bust open the door, and instantly when we came in there she was, my mother was lying on the floor murdered. I ran up to her corpse and kept saying “Wake up, please wake up mom” and convincing myself that she would wake up. But the policemen told me that she was dead, she was shot in the forehead. So I cried and couldn’t sleep for days. And around 4 days later a police came and talked to me and the only thing I understood was that there was no track behind that could lead us to the killer. So the police stopped investigating the situation and everything went back to normal except that my mother was gone.

1 month later I started getting used to my mother being gone and I still haven’t got a good night sleep since my mother was murdered. The only thing I was thinking about all the time was “Who murdered my mother” “How did she get in that situation” “Who was the killer”. And I knew those questions would never get answered…

//Linus. B 9c