USUALLY after weeks and months went past people gave up on a missing child search. People ignored the kids on the milk carton and the walls while walking down the street; it's like we care but not that much. I wished they did that with me, but apparently, I'm more than just a kid on a milk carton. At school, news reports, and even my dad alone continues. Every time I turn the tv on I seen pictures of myself and I have to look my father in his eyes.

The fake tears, pitiful look as if the moment he sees me he would strangle my neck. Even had cops investigate white and give the house a search warrant. Luckily he had a secret attic he found out about two months after moving in the home. Brian told them after he dropped me off at my house it was the last time he had seen me and mentioned the bruises as well. I was upset with him for even bringing it up, yet he told me it was simply to get questions back on my father which they did.

New reporters asked him about "bruises" appearing on my body and my father dismissed it with acting clueless and crying more than ever. I've read over old diary notes from my mother; I've found myself learning more and more about their relationship and many reasons why he acts the way he does. It all makes sense now; my father has schizophrenia.