Unmissing

by Minka Kent

But I refuse to believe it’s her. It’s impossible. People only come back from the dead in movies and nightmares.

. What if that woman was telling the truth?

I don’t want to lie to this woman, but my personal business is my personal business.

I’m here for one thing and one thing only—to get my life back.

The future isn’t carved in stone—it isn’t even written in pencil on the back of a napkin.

I was a lab rat to him. An experiment in how much a human could take without breaking.

Before The Monster took me, I never paid attention to trends. And trends aren’t exactly a thing when you’re living in the wild.

She’s a deranged psychopath.

Maybe life is easier when you believe in something.

But it was only ever me, The Monster, and a million miles of solitude. No one came. No one cared. No one was looking.

The Monster said it’d be cruel to give me hope. I learned early on the difference between cruelty and evil. I’ll take cruelty any day.

“Pay attention and you will. Signs are all around us, all the time. But you have to be looking, or you won’t see them.”

For now, I’ll soak up these last moments of pretending like everything’s normal and nothing’s wrong.

The mind is a powerful thing.

It makes sense why she latched on to me the way she did, so trusting and desperate at the same time.