I truly hope some of you who have more knowledge in the fields of mental illness and/or the strange and unnatural could possibly help me rationally deduce what’s happening with my daughter.
The next day, I awoke to see that I was no longer on the couch. I was laying on bare, hardwood floor with a thin pillow under my head and a wool blanket sprawled on top of me.
I’m a bit embarrassed to admit it, but I met him over Twitter.
I couldn’t believe who was looking at.
It was very difficult, at the very least.
Hayley was 17 at the time, two years my senior, though it always felt like there was no age difference between us. Next week, it’ll be five years since Hayley first disappeared.
I think it was because of my undying willingness to keep her warm, even if it meant burning myself, that she even stayed with me. I was addicted and she loved it.
How can I begin to describe the sensation of hearing things that don’t exist?