Megan--The Unforgettable Day

 Just sitting there made me anxious, thinking about the past weekend and hoping that she will listen to me and get out of the house until I got back. 

-"She looks tired," Mr. J stated looking at me as he walked into the gym filled with tenth graders. 

I usually smile if someone makes a statement or comment that is towards me to reassure them that I am fine. However, this time I did not; I just looked down at the paper that read CASHEE-MATH on the title page.

All I could think of was her safety and whether or not she had listened to me. I told her the night before that she needed to be happy and that her happiness makes me happy. And I had know that she found someone better for herself because I've never seen her so happy and actually smile. 

I was contemplating whether or not I should call my uncle just to check up on her after the test, but I knew she would dislike if he got involved. 

The day dragged on, I became to feel more anxious.

All my classes became a blur and I received a text from "him. "

It read: I tried my best to keep this marriage together, but your mother does not want to try to fix it. I went to U-Turn for Christ twice and tried to get marriage counseling for the both of us. But nothing seems to work. She left and she took her phone and she won't answer me. I am leaving too and I won't be answering my phone. Take care of one another and I love you four.

I had no clue what to think of this. I felt a little joy go around my body, knowing he is final leaving and the years of violence were actually over. 

As I heard the final bell ring, I went to go confront my brother and he said he received the same text but added to it was call uncle and grandma to help us. 

I quickly thought to myself "he" was going mad because "he" thought she wouldn't come back and stay with us. 

My brother and I headed home to find my to younger siblings being dropped off by my uncle, and he did not have a clue what was going on either.

I began to grow worry because I sent her several texts her and she has not responded yet. 

I went upstairs to look  if she had left a note or I if could see a sign that she had left for a couple of days like she did the weekend before. 

Then I saw it... I saw her cellphone on her huge dark brown dresser. I was confused I thought "he" said she left and she would not be answering her phone.  

I took it to my uncle and he was puzzled but he thought nothing of it. I could not look through it because she had a lock, so I kept it with me just in case. I do not know what I was waiting for but I thought it would be a great idea to hold it with me.

Then it hit seven in the afternoon and a (909) number was calling her phone. 

I answered it:

-Hello?

-Lorna?

-No, this is her daughter? Have you heard from her from her today?Her phone is here, but she has not been here all day.

-No, she was suppose to meet me for coffee at ten in the morning and she never showed. Is everything all right?

-Sorry, who is this?

-Oh, you must be Megan. I am a friend of your mother. My name is Miguel, we had plans to meet for coffee and discuss something.

The conversation went on until, he stated that if I needed anything or heard anything to call him. I affirmed him that I would. Later that night the police were at our doorsteps and my uncle explained the situation. 

The lady cop came towards my siblings and I.

I quickly asked, "Should we prepare for the worst?"

She was surprised by my question and her reply was, "No, it is very irresponsible for your parents to leave you with no one to take of you." 

My younger sister just came from down stairs in shock and told me there was blood in the shower. After that statement my uncle called for a missing person report and gave the two police officers all the information they needed... 

The memories are all there, but I don't want to burden them on you. The week of sadness and of tears. It's just hard to describe such pain, when I can't even find the words to describe them myself. Just the thought that on March 12 it would of be two years since I have seen her beautiful smile, heard her loud contiguous laugh, hugged her in my arms, and tell her that I love her so much. My mother was my happiness, she had all my trust, she had all my love. But once she was taken away from this world violently... My happiness, my trust, my love went with her.