I was 7 and a half. it'd been 2 and a half years since that day. I saw it every night in my dreams and woke up, sobbing like a girl night after night. Some nights it was different, i saw flashes of torture, of pain, of white rooms with many different pieces of equipment. I never knew what it was from, what caused it. i had the same dream tonight. The only difference? I had fallen asleep on the couch after trying to watch a movie with my parents. i buried my head into the pillow my head was on and let the tears and sobbing come without trying to stop them. dad shot up, suddenly awake after hearing me. i choked on air as i tried to breath between the sobs. i felt the edge of the chair sink ever so slightly and knew it was dad. he pulled me into a hug and i let him. "Nightmare?" he asks, rubbing my back and i nod, finally trying to calm down as i rested my head on his shoulder. "I miss her." i sob.

The next morning, i woke up, dad cured up in the chair next to me. we both must've fallen asleep after i calmed down. i got up and quietly went up stairs, closing myself in my room. i picked up the slightly crumpled picture i carried everywhere off my nightstand and looked down at it. "i'm sorry, Luna. I can't find you, no one can. your on every missing persons website in the USA. No one can find you." a single tear slides down my cheek. "I give up" with that, I tear the picture perfectly in two, right down the middle dad and me on one half, and Pa and Luna on the other. i let the two halves fall to the floor