Hello! It's me xoxo752 and I would like to thank anyone who has read 'Wendy'. However, I am making a quick ending that ties up all the loose ends. I don't have enough time to finish it off properly, so I believe that this is for the best. Thanks.
-yours truly
xoxo752
Five years later...
I stared out the window where rain was trickling down. It's been five years and Michael is still missing. How I've been losing my family members has been such a tragedy... Mother and Father in the
automobile accident about four years ago. A tear fell down my cheek as I thought about that night. How the weather seemed to be the twin of this very night. Lightning flashing brightly against the
damp, unforgiving night. At least I would be able to take my pain in dosages. The day after my parents died the sky was a bright blue with the sun shining proudly. As I'm sure it will be in the morning
when I wake up. That happy day was as horrible as death. My brother John became cold and calculating. He never opens his heart anymore; instead he lets an internal ice freeze over him. All his
happiness, emotions, and dreams are captured and suppressed to make him the miserable young man that he is today. The family distance eventually got to my Aunt who is now being taken care at a
mental ward in Switzerland. However the fact I don't see her anymore wasn't what almost killed me. It was a few months ago when I found her lying on the floor with a glimmering knife in hand ready
to plunge into her heart.
Out of my family I am the closest one to still being the same. Older, more mature, and definitely hurt. However, none of the less, the same. It was a blessing that I married Charles. The man, who
perhaps I don't love with passion, yet he is good and faithful to me. He understands my pain and lets me rest on his shoulder. What a wonderful husband, companion, friend, and father. Our daughters
Michelle and Catherine are now three and one. Our lives aren't perfect, but are as close to it as we could ever be under the circumstances. So every time that a stormy night comes I hold my precious
daughters as we watch the fire flames flicker in the fireplace. My husband then rests his hand on my shoulder and I look in to his emerald eyes and I know one thing. The only thing I will ever need to
know. He will be there for me. With that small strength I always put aside my dark past and take a step into my future.