It's so dark.

Where's Trey?

I know he's here somewhere.

Last I remember there was this guy in our room, he said he'd let me hold a puppy if I followed him. I was trying too, but Trey was holding me back. The guy started getting angry, saying my time was running short. Then him and Trey were fighting, I was in the corner and my head hurt really bad.

I hope Trey didn't get hurt. He's the best brother ever!

I miss Dad. He was nice, and he would have never let me be in this dark vehicle with my head hurting.

He would be bringing me to some park, and we would play catch, or hide and seek, or tag, or some other game I can't remember. Or maybe Jackie would come along and we'd talk about all of his adventures, and he'd fly around, and maybe fly us around too.

I miss our nerf wars, where we'd set up forts around the house and play until Trey decided he was bored and then we'd just watch a movie of some sort. Trey would always complain that it was 'some little kids show' even if we were watching the most grown up movie, like Big Hero 6, or Paw Patrol.

I miss when Jamie would show us his favorite puppet show of the week, and it be the best production ever of whatever he was preforming. Then it'd be bedtime and we'd go to our sleeping bags Dad keeps in the closet since the house doesn't have enough space for our own room, and we'd sleep knowing the next day would be just as great as that day.

Why do I feel like the walls are closing in? Dad would know. He'd call it some funny scientific sounding name.

Where is Trey? I'd much rather be being called stupid then here where it's dark, cold, and empty.

Why hasn't Mom or Dad found me yet? I want to be home where I can curl up with my stuffed animal, and goof off until bedtime, and ask if I could have a friend over even though I know the answer is no.

I don't want to be here, I want to hug Dad, and hear Jackie's stories, and see Jamie's puppet shows.

Please find me Dad. I miss you.

Hehe y'all got angsted