Where Are You?

Something has happened. I'm not sure what, but I can tell something isn't right. I went on a date with a cute guy, but now I'm here. Where is here?

I try to call out, but my voice is so soft and it hurts my throat. My brother will be so worried. He has raised me to be thoughtful and strong. I think to him even though I know he can't hear me, please help me. My phone buzzes next to me. Five percent. One text only. Better make it worth it. I pull up the text thread with my brother. Not much longer before it dies. Hey, you aren't here, I'm.... Well I don't know where I am. Please send help. Please find me.

My phone buzzes. It's my sister. I unlock my phone. Hey, you aren't here, I'm.... Well I don't know where I am. Please send help. Please find me. I have a friend that graduated high school early to become a police officer. I called her up and told her I had an emergency and she needed to come over.

Carol arrived ten minutes later. I showed her the text. She asked me questions. All I could tell her was she went on a date last night and never came back. At seventeen, I could still call in as a missing person. I want Carol's opinion first, to see if she might be messing with me. The look on her face and her tone of voice told me differently. She called it in so they could start searching as soon as possible.

It's been a year. Karly, where are you? I know you won't answer because your phone is dead. Please be safe. I don't know what I would do if I lost you too. After losing our parents three years earlier, this would be horrible. We were both trying to get over their deaths. I couldn't lose my sister too. She was all I had left. Carol told me earlier today the case went cold. There where no leads, even after taking her date into custody. No one knew where she went.

It's been two years, Karly. Please tell me what happened. I need to know. Your case went cold last year because we can't find you. A therapist prescribed my with antidepressant medication because I fell into depression. I'm told to consider my sister as dead and to start funeral plans. I want to cry all the time. I can't handle being alone. I beg for her not to be gone.

Third year of her not being here. Hey, your not here, I'm still looking for you. Please be okay. I text her, but she won't get it. Her phone is dead and has been. Three years is too long. I said that if we couldn't find her by year four we could have the funeral. I have been making plans for it this year.

Karly Ann Smith

Loving sister and daughter

Rest in peace