Monsters Aren't Born, They Are Made....

The next day everything changed, by 3 in the morning I was worried but I assured myself, she's fine, she's okay...

Probably just staying over the night with David thats all...

By 10 in the morning my parents were worried but they didn't show it, constantly giving themselves ideas and why she hasn't answered any of there calls.

My mum said calmly as she emptied the dish washer "She usually calls us in the mornings after she stays somewhere, either a sleep over or some sort of party? She even called us early in the mornings after she spent a couple of nights over with one of her old boyfriends, like Jake for instance? You remember Jake love?"

My dad replied while he was getting his breakfast "Yes he was a good lad, no idea why they broke up"

I said as I sat on our sofa checking for any messages or phone calls in case Gemma had phoned me " Because you two kept on bringing up marriage and baby's in their conversation, it freaked him out remember? Gemma came home after Jake broke it of with her, in a rage, I never seen her yell at both of you like that before, he said he broke it of with her so "She was a lovely girl but he couldn't stand her weird parents"

My dad reddened slightly and my mum did look slightly ashamed when she said "Yes..well, no need to bring the past up now is there?"

My dad reasoned "We were just trying to look out for her, he was her first boyfriend after all"

I said with scepticism "By looking out for her you mean how you just happened to be having dinner at the same restaurant they were going to have their first proper date in? Or you just happened to give them both a present at christmas, a book called "How Do You Know If You've Found The One?" talk about embarrassing or you just happened to-"

My mum huffed "Yes Harry! We get the point!"

My dad said suddenly getting all soppy "The point is we love her, just as much as we love you, we both do anything to protect her even if it means being a bit...embarrassing at times"

I gave him a warm smile in return.

Another hour went by and still nothing, my dad smiled gently at mum but it was strained while my mother couldn't hide her worry, he said "Don't worry, she'll call us eventually" But she never did...

Mid Day went by and my mum was walking up and down the living room, panicking "Why hasn't she called back yet? Why isn't she answering her phone, what if something happened to her?!"

My dad looked slightly frantic as well but he was forcing himself to stay calm much like I was doing as I called her over 30 times on my mobile, only getting an answering machine reply.

My dad took a deep breath and said "How about this? If we don't hear anything from her her in an hour we'll call the police"

My mum and me both stiffened. "T-the police?" I stammered

My mum asked softly "You sure about this?"

My dad nodded.

Talking about phoning the police made everything feel even more real, I always believed she'd come back now the reality of the situation hit me, what if she never came back? I thought of all the news reports about how sometimes family members went missing without a trace but...when you see it on the news, it doesn't seem real...

Like your not affected, like something like that will never happen to you, or one of your family members, in your eyes they're invincible...On the news yesterday perhaps someones brother was killed by a fast coming train and you watch them mourn on the screen, you see their grief but you don't really pay that much attention, something like that would never happen to your brother or sister, mother or father you think.

But we never think it could happen either, you don't even think they could easily be gone the next day, dead and gone but we don't believe that, can't believe it because in your eyes they'll always be safe, you can't imagine what life would be like without them because you simply think you'll never have a life without them...even though you know deep down your telling yourself a lie, believing a lie but you think I'll deal with it when it comes, besides it'll be years from now and thats what you believe...nothing horrible will ever happen to my family like it did on the news.

My fantasy world of Gemma still being well, that nothing could hurt her, that I was being stupid for worrying, any minute she'd walk through that door and laugh at us for thinking about calling the police, any minute now...but she never did....

I felt like someone was grinding my brain cells away slowly and painfully...Gemma isn't missing? She couldn't be missing...that kind of this just doesn't happen to my family, we don't have a missing person do we?

After another an hour of calling her friends to see if they've seen her, or if anyone had heard from her, no one has.

My dad gulped "I-I believe its clear what we have to do" he picked up the phone.

"Hello? Police? Yes I would like to report a missing person, m-my d-daughter" My dads voice cracked as I slumped down on the ground, everything had just became to real for my liking...

I looked outside my window then I let out a gasp as I stared into my sister's eyes as she stiffened and stared at me like a deer caught in the headlights then a strange expression came over her face...

I blinked and she was gone?

Maybe I'd imagined her? But she's so looked like Gemma however my sister wasn't that pale, was she? I know I hadn't seen her that much because of University but from what I remembered from yesterday she defiantly hadn't been that pale at all...

I let out a groan and rubbed my head, my mind must be playing tricks on me...

I stared outside the window thinking two things, the most important things I'd ever wondered in my short life up to now....

Where are you Gemma?

Please be safe....

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