Midnight Ritual

I hear the voices from my invisible prison. Calling me. Inviting me. Tormenting me.

Though it has happened so many times before, I can't help myself but feel a small sense of growing hope that this time, this time is _the_ time. They found him, someone found him, everything is going to be ok. My white dress clinging to my slim frame, I take off and run towards the voices. I cry inside and outside; I can't help it. I keep running as fast as I can until I smack head first into the transparent and immovable wall, and my forehead is cut by the impact. Blood streams down my face and distorts my vision. I pound my fist against the barrier that keeps me from my child and scream in anguish and futility. How many times I've done this before, I can't remember.

... "No stupid, you did it wrong. Spin 3 times and then say the words." Tommy says angrily. "Nuh-uh, you say while you spin not afterwords, hows she supposed to hear you that way?" Brian replies defensivley. "No look at the mirror shes not even...

_*MOM!*_