𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 | 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗏.
I was jolted awake when I heard yelling downstairs. I looked around the room in confusion and realized Amira was still sleeping. She’s a very deep sleeper so I wasn’t surprised she wasn’t awoken from the yelling. I gently shook her shoulder, attempting to wake her up. She didn’t budge so I nudged her shoulder again with more force. She mumbled something as her eyes squinted open. “What?” she asked me in a raspy voice. “I heard yelling,” I whispered. We both sat in silence as the yelling started again.
This time I knew who it was. It was my mom. But not a painful scream. It was an infuriated scream. I slipped some socks on and frantically went downstairs. There was my mom, in tears, pacing back and forth while on the phone. “Mommy, what happened?” I asked her. She looked at me with eyes full of nothing but fear and tears.
The words that came out of her mouth struck me in my heart in a way I wasn’t expecting. “Ilyasa still hasn’t been dropped off. Nobody has seen him and we can’t find him,” she said, sobbing. I looked at her with a blank expression as my eyes started to fill up with tears. I felt numb. I didn’t even realize all the tears that were coming down my face.
I couldn’t even let out any words. A million thoughts were running through my mind. Some I didn’t even wanna think about but I knew they were a possibility. I opened my mouth to say something but I just couldn’t. Then I heard someone coming down the stairs. “What’s going on?” Amira said. I couldn’t bring myself to say the words.
“Ilyasa is...” I said. “He’s what?” she said and I could hear the impatience in her voice. “He’s...missing,” I said. I looked down at the floor as tears kept falling down my face when I heard a thud. I looked back to see Amira unconscious on the floor. I got up off the floor and ran to her. “HEY WAKE UP” I yelled as I shook her body. “CALL THE POLICE,” I yelled to my mom.
But she was on the phone, still crying. “What do you mean you cannot file a missing persons report? My son hasn’t been dropped off after I was assured that he would be,” she said. I then remembered something which infuriated me. You can’t file a missing person report within 48 hours. My face felt firm due to the dry tears on my face. My stomach started feeling queasy and I couldn’t think clearly. I started remembering all the times I was mean to him and I was overthrown with guilt. Why was I so mean to him?
𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟦𝟨𝟨