Chapter 5
10th November 2010
Dear diary,
I'm living with my auntie Val and Ryan. The police still haven't found Karl or Sara, I know this sounds crazy, but what if Sara and Karl where killed by vampires, or bitten and still alive out there not wanting any one to see them. My auntie Val says it can happen, that people are living as vampires, well they are not really living, just existing, but I don't care, I just want Karl and Sara back, human or vampire. I miss them. I know that sounds soppy, but it's true. I love them.
It been a month now and the police have found nothing. They still don't even know where to start looking. Karl would have probable left the country by now. Karl was always the one who wanted to see the big city, whereas Sara is probable making a family feel sorry for her somewhere, she was never the one for travelling, she's scared of highs and gets sea sick very easily. Sometimes I wonder why I am still alive, but then I remember the good times with dad, Karl, Ryan and Sara and for a moment I feel happy but there is too much pain that replaces the happy memories that crowed my mind every day, and all the time I just want to relive the good moments. The police can't find then, I know they can't, they keep saying that if anyone is going to finds them it going to be the police, but it not I know they are not going to find them, because they are runaways, how many runaways archly return home? Not many I bet. I know Sara and Karl more than I know myself sometime, and I need them more than ever now. I need then to say something that will put a smile on my face, but now just seeing them would do that, but I know deep down they are not coming back.
What I don't understand is that the vampires that killed my dad didn't kill me or Ryan. They just killed dad. Why? My auntie Val says, that vampires are evil and only want two things in live well unlife and that is power and blood and they will stop at nothing to get what they want. So why didn't they kill me and Ryan? Why have Sara and Karl come back? Will they ever come back? Will I spend the rest of my life asking these questions? Because if I spend the rest of my life asking these questions, well, I can't live like it. I can't live not knowing the answers. I don't know how anyone could live like that not knowing if 2 out of the 4 most important people in your life are dead or not. It hurt more than anything and everything you've ever feel. Sometimes I don't feel the point of waking up, knowing no facts that can give you hope and that there is never going to be.
Erin Noble