The past
The past is one thing, the future is another… it doesn't matter that they're dead, I can't change that, and no one can. It doesn't matter that I was left behind. But, it matters what I have learned, and where I am going. The past is one thing, the future is another…
I don't have super powers or anything like that; it isn't that kind of story. I have a brain, what more do I need than that? Anyways I suppose I should tell you what all this is about.
There are four missing people in the foggy lakeside region of Gastone. It's a small place, everyone knows everyone. But in a place where your neighbour that you have known all your life, probably went to school with, at Gastone Elementary school, could also be a kidnapper, person the tension in the town started climbing.
The names of the people are Johnny Carson, Marika Krults, Thomas Webber, as well as my best and only friend, Hailey Stuart. Now, you probably think that these names are pointless, have no meaning whatsoever and, maybe, just maybe, they don't mean anything, but here's the thing, all the names above, have six letters. Making six six, six six, six six, six six. Also, they all were born on June sixth, nineteen ninety six. The sixth month of the year, the sixth day, and nineteen ninety six. Now, it might just be random information. But it's the only lead I have got in finding the one I love.
No I normally wouldn't be scared to go outside my own house into town to get some groceries or just go shopping for clothes or whatever, but you see, outside is where four people disappeared, and in a town of seven hundred, chances are you're going to see a kidnapper in town and not even know it. But that's not the only thing. There's a problem here with me too. I'm fourteen, have green eyes and slightly curly dirty blonde hair. I stand a little over five seven, but that might be a little generous, but it's around that. Anyways, my features aren't really in question here, my name is Jayson Daiyre. Six and six. I was born June six, nineteen ninety six.
The question going around is, "Who's next?" I've probably heard it a million times, maybe asked it once or twice myself. But deep down, I think I know the answer. Who's next?
"I don't know. She said she was going to the park with her younger brother, Max. That's the last I ever heard of her, I swear." I said through clenched teeth to the police. They all knew Hailey going missing had seriously affected me. When I found out over the phone I collapsed into a heap on the ground, for two days I refused to eat, sleep or talk. I suppose it was my own way of mourning, shutting everything out. My parents didn't want me leaving the house that week, they said something about me being emotionally unstable, and, I knew I was, but I wanted answers, I wanted to be out looking for her, to help, anything. The two police officers looked at me with comforting eyes, aneflectic, I had probably known them all my life, as a kid they would always give me chocolate doughnuts, and that happened for as long as I could remember, of course then Joseph had no beard, no grey hair, and maybe was a few dozen ponds lighter, but Phil is the same, tall, skinny, jet black hair, but this time, they weren't here to give me a chocolate doughnut.
"Ok then, thanks kid, see you around." Joseph said as he headed for the door.
"Take care of yourself Jay, let us know if you see anything suspicious." Said Phil as he closed the door behind himself.
Now, before we go any further into my eventful, tragic life, I think you should understand a little more about me… before this all happened. I wouldn't say I was a lonely person, I am an only child, my mom, who apparently is the spitting image of myself, has curly blonde hair that goes about down to her shoulders, she's not skinny, but is pretty close to it, and stands at around five foot nine. My dad is very athletic looking, muscular, but it doesn't seem that he works out all that much, he, like my mother, are out almost every week, for business for two to four days, so you could say I am practically alone in the house most of the time. Speaking of my house, I wouldn't say it's too special, but then again I have lived in it for 14 years, it has a granite counter top kitchen, which my mom brags about every time we have guests over, a home theater in the basement, which, my dad brags about every time we have guests over, and a lot of rooms that no one really uses, like the library or the guest rooms, so when people say I have a mansion, I deny it because, should it really be considered that if half of it is barely used?
Now, Hailey, she isn't as fortunate as I am, her father died when she was very young, and her mother is an alcoholic because of it, working three jobs a day to pay for bills, her children, and of course, her booze. She has a little brother named Max, who she cares for all the time, she kind of has to though because her mother is never home, and her home… is more of a slight upgrade of a trailer, it's a small townhouse, around maybe eleven hundred square feet. The outside isn't very impressive, but the inside is sparkling clean, that's one thing about Hailey, as poor as her family may be, she refuses to show it, she will wear nice clothes always straighten her hair, and not once, have I ever seen her house dirty. Not when her mother comes home from a bar and doesn't take off her shoes, within five minutes it's like it never happened. I always assumed it was because to Hailey, cleaning was like washing everything away, and starting over.
Hailey herself had light brown hair, sapphire blue eyes and a smile that is… or was contagious. She seemed to brighten everyone's day just by the little smile that she would make. She an inch taller than me, and it has been that way for as long as I can remember.