Five Days till the Sunrises

“I keep getting the same flashback,” Jonathan admitted. “They are always of the day she went missing, the bouncy house, the rides, and the fear.”
“When did this happen?” Julie asked nervously.
“Almost a week ago. I feel so guilty I was watching her. I was supposed to protect her and I failed.”
“Don’t see it like that, you had no idea that letting her go in alone would hurt your family so much. You were ttryingt her be independant...”
“Thats what got us into this mess in the first place.”
“No. You thought you were doing the best thing and...”
“No! I was so scared I didn’t tell my parents ‘till a while after it happened. If I would have told them right away she could still be alive.”
“Don’t beat yourself up about it.”
“How can’t I? You know what, this sucks I’m out of here.”
“Your hour’s not up yet.”
“I don’t care.”

Hours had gone by after the appointment was over and John felt so bad. He could not bear to see his family, but he had to it was the day of Kelly’s funeral. When he finally came out of his room all of his family was staring at him and he felt so sick he threw up. His half digested lunch came up and all over his brand new shoes. His grandmother brought him napkins to pick up the chunks and the wash would clean the rest.

“When you realized that you lost her, why did you not get help?” Grandma Joyce asked.
“I was scared. I thought they would think it was my fault and I know it was, but I thought if I found her everything would be ok,” John said.
“Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know. If you lost your sister would you tell?”
“Yes, if you would have told they could of found her.”
“Thanks alot. I already felt bad now I feel worse.”
“I’m so sorry. Come on lets go get you cleaned up.”
“No, I’ll do it myself.”
“Fine. If you need me I will be in the living room.”
“Ok.”

John went in his room and layed on the bed. He was afraid that everyone was going to be mad and hate him for the rest of their lives. He couldn't take the fact that it was his fault any more. He decided that he was not going to go to the funeral and stay home instead. When everyone left he went back in his room and went to bed. When he was asleep, he had the dream again, the flashback. He thought that he could stop it but it kept on happening.
“Can we go on the twist-a-whirl?” Kelly asked.
“No, you are too short, I’m sorry,” John said with no care in the world.
“Then the bouncy house?”
“Yes. Do you want to go alone and be a big girl?”
“Yes! Oh thanks Johnny!”
“Alright, alright, go on.”
“Ok. See ya in a min.”
When she was jumping he started to wonder how it was little kids could be so, mesmerizing. After about five mins. waiting outside the bouncy house, all the kids came out. John looked and made sure she was not in the big group of kids that had come out at once but she wasn’t. He started to worry so he went in to make sure she was not playing games on him, but she wasn’t and she was nowhere to be found. He started to panic. He could feel the beads of sweat running down his face. He always got really pale and sweaty when he was nervous. He thought he was sweating buckets and people were staring so he ran to the mens room; he accidentally went into the wrong one and then people were staring.
He was afraid if he told anyone what happened they would blame him. He thought it was his fault his sister was officially missing. He thought that if he looked he might find her. He thought that maybe she got out another way and did not see him waiting outside the bouncy house. When he started to look around he was hopeful that he could find her, but 30 min. into the search he started to doubt himself. He started to worry that he would never find her. He started to imagine what she was going through. He thought up all the worst possible things. He realized that she was not missing but she was kidnapped.
He wanted to find his family to tell them so they could call the cops. He lost his phone so he could not call himself. He thought he should ask someone there, but decided to find his parents instead. He was wondering what they would think. If they would think it was his fault. If they would think he planned this to be an only child. He always wanted to be an only child. Was he going to be punished. Would he go to jail. All these questions were going through his head as he tried to find the ones who he was so scared of.
He started to think of all the stories he had read of people getting kidnapped and what happened to them. He remembered one about a little boy who was taking a walk and got kidnapped in broad daylight. He was found in a dumpster after he was shot, used as target practice. He started to wonder what the ass that took his sister would do to her. Now his emotions were not scared but angry and spiteful. He wanted to know what he was going to do to her, and he would do the same to him. He thought up the conversation he might have with him.
“Where is she?” He would start off with.
“Who?” He would say back like he had done this a million times.
“My sister you dumb ass. Who else would I be talking about.”
“Oh are you talking about the sweet thang from the bouncy house?”
“You pervert, where is she.”
“You’ll never find her.”
“Go to hell.”
“I will.”

He was sure that he would give it up but he was tough. He went back into the room with a new strategy in mind.
“Alright I’ll make you a deal.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because if you do I will not tell them about all the others.”
“What others?”
“All the other kids you have done this to.”
“Oh you think you can scare me, well you’ve got another thing coming little boy.”
“Alright, alright. Just tell me that she is ok and you can go back to her.”
“Well, I would but I only kidnap them, them I hand them off to my partner. Then he hands the kid off to Mike. He disposed of them. If you get what I mean?”
“What? Dispose of them!”
“Yea, you know pow! Then uh, he dumps the bodies. Although I think it will be different this time I think they are going to leave her where she will be put through face two.”
“Phase two.”
“Yeah, Zigh, he is the one I hand them off to. When he finds the perfect location he will uh, pleasure himself. He will then leave the body for Mike. Mike then kills them and disposes of the body.”
“You sickos.”

When he finally found his parents none of these things that were swirling through his head happened. The first thing they did was call cops and report her kidnapped because she would never run off like that. They put out posters and the cops were looking and so were we. We never stopped. We were always on for Kelly, she was our only thought.

One day we were at home taking a break from looking when we got a call from the detective on the case. He said that he thinks he found her in an alley on Hollywood Dr. We immediately got into the car and drove right there. When they got there they identified the body and it felt like a ton of weights were put on all their shoulders. She was brought to the more and that was the last they saw of her till the day of the funeral.

When the doctors were examining her body and trying to find the time of death and cause of death, the detectives told her to run a rape test because of the semen they found on Kelly’s dress.
The semen on Kelly’s body was run against all the files in the database to see if they could get a hit. After a while of searching they finally got something, someone. His name was Zigh Malphoney. He had several rape and sexual assault records along with kidnapping and murder. John started to wonder if his dream was wrong and right. It was right about Zigh but not the other two. No other prints, or sign of any other person was on the body or body around Kelly.

The next day Kelly was on the news again, but this time there was a picture of another girl and the person who kidnaped, raped, and murdered both little four year old girls. Now the cops were not only looking for Kelly’s kidnaper, rapist, and murderer, but another girls too, Molly's.