She's gone.

I almost forgot I had this again... There's just no words that can describe how terrible and hectic it's been lately. Especially Easter.

We had family and friends over for Easter and when they started the Easter egg hunt.. They thought some of the kids got lost in the woods around here and it's not like it's that big of an area. We looked around for the ones that were missing but we couldn't find any of them. Four of them are gone. Including Layna. My parents called the police after the search, but they were a bit short on manpower and only sent one cop out here. The officer asked a couple of questions, taking time with everyone individually before heading back to her squad car. She pulled me aside and asked if there had been any home problems with my parents, of if I knew anything about the others. Of course, I didn't really know anything about the other adults. I told her about some of the personal issues we've had lately and about how Layna had been acting strange before this happened. After that, she went back to her car for about an hour before some black vans pulled up. The FBI took over the investigation from that point.

Turns out that a mass of kids suddenly went missing around the same area of town on the same day. There's been a manhunt for kidnappers, child molesters, etc. It hurts every time I see Layna's name on the list of kids they show on the news or in the newspaper, wondering what might have happened to her. It's been almost two weeks. My mother and step-dad have been frantic and hysterical, getting into fights about him and if there was any problems with him and Layna. He had been questioned by the FBI and Police about the drawing she made, but so were the rest. From what I overheard from my mom one night, the kids who disappeared had been drawing similar pictures. The lawmen think that it's a drawing of whoever took them, but they're not really that detailed and there's not a definite face to go off of just from those. Otherwise, they don't have any current leads.

I've just stayed in my room, only going to work when necessary. Bought a new doorknob with a lock so they don't keep barging in my room with shit. I'm tired of it. I'm fully aware they have no hope for me. Layna was their good child that was going to do wonders. They weren't vocal about it, but you can tell. It's not like they don't care about her, it's that they care too much. I wonder what she must have felt being suffocated by them all the time.

I may have given the impression that me and her are close. Not really the case here. The age gap makes things awkward. She talks to me if she needs something, but we don't really talk often which was why I was surprised when she told me about that dream. I care though. I'm not an unfeeling bastard because she's only related to me by my mother.

I don't know what to think anymore. Things like this should never happen...