Let me get one thing straight, I am not crazy.They lied to me. They took her away from me. She was my life, my smile, my sunshine, my world, my everything and no that was not an exaggeration. They destroyed my life, and left me with nothing. No happiness, no smile, nothing left in this God forsaken world of hell. My daughter was born on November 11th 1998. She is sixteen and missing. I haven't seen my daughter in four years. She disappeared four years ago and no one will help me search for her. They act like i'm insane when I say she went missing. They don't seem to care if she is alive or dead. Oh but I care, and I will find who took her.
Four years ago on her birthday is the day it all went down. The last time I seen my angel. "Scarlett, come down here please." I yelled taking the cake out of the oven. I was about to apply icing in about fifteen minutes. The cake was a nice white cake about to be topped with wipped chocolated icing with the words "Happy Birthday" written acrossed it. Scarlett ran down stairs and smiled with a nod. She was a mute, meaning she couldn't speak.
I remember the mistake I made then. "Well, I'll be right back sweetie, I have to go get balloons and what not from the designer's house. I'll be back in about half an hour to an hour. Don't go sneaking around trying to find your presents now. I love you." I left and got into my car. Biggest mistake of my life. See Scarlett has been my world since she was born a mute, when her jerk of a father found out about her disability he left in a hurry. He didn't want a "special" child. Me, on the other hand thought her disability just made her even more special to me, and I realized I would give up the world for my beautiful baby girl at any moment if I had to. Later that day I got back to the door left wide open, my place trashed and Scarlett no where to be found. Immediately I called the police. I had a gut feeling that her dear old father came to get her so he no longer had to pay child support. I would not let him get away with that. No way in hell would I let him kidnap my daughter. He would pay and hopefully rot in jail for the rest of his miserable and pathetic excuse of a life. The police came and it felt like hours they searched and searched my house for clues and yet nothing came up. They asked for a recent picture of Scarlett to post out to newspapers and on milk carons, so I went to go get a picture. There wasn't one. I couldn't find any pictures of her, and even in family pictures she was just gone, out of them. I didn't understand. I told the police I had no recent pictures adn they said they will continue to search but without a picture it would be difficult to track her down. Then they asked if I had any clue of anyone who would want to harm and hurt us. One name just escaped my mouth before I could rethink saying it or not. "Marc Jotts." They looked at me like I was insane. "Ma'am, Marc Jotts just died in a house fire barely three weeks ago, he couldn't have done this."
I was confused. Who would of took my little angel. Most importantly why didn't Marc's family call me to tell me of the tragic death of my once loved husband? I would have went to the funeral to say my goodbyes and regrets, and so Scarlett could and would have seen her father one last time, even though I doubt it was an open casket if he died in a house fire.
I went up to Scarlett's room to go through her stuff to see if maybe she has been talking to someone online or something that could give me a clue to her disapperance. I looked under her bed where she kept her diary. I promised I would never go throught this but I just had to. She always wrote in this, I always seen her writing in this. I opened it to nothing but empty pages. No words, no nothing, the book was just empty. How was that even possible? I brought her that many years ago and she wrote in it all the time. I decided to call her school after seeing that.
"Has Scarlett been in school lately?" I asked her Princapal Mr.Kallons. He cleared his voice "May I cann you Mrs.Jotts since the paperwork says you never actually divorced Mr.Jotts?" I sharply replied "Call me that, and I'll have a law suit on you faster than you can say sorry. Call me Ms.Yapps." He then said "Well Ms.Yapps, Mr.Jotts took Scarlett out of school about three months ago." I choked on the water I was drinking. "HE DID WHAT!?" I screamed, and he reassured me he was sorry and that he thought I knew but I hung the phone up and threw it.
My daughter went missing with no trace of where she went or who took her, if anyone actually did take her. I started thinking maybe she wasn't happy, maybe she ran away on her own by choice and that maybe she wanted it to be this way. Maybe she got rid of everything of her so I wouldn't be hurt and left with the memory of what was and what could have been like what happened with her father.
That was until my cellphone rung and it was my baby. My Scarlett called me and I rememer that conversation oh so well. "Mom." she said in a faint whisper. "Honey, where are you? Are you coming home?" Again she said "Mom." then it hit me. This wasn't Scarlett. My Scarlett could not speak. My Scarlett was a mute since birth and miracles like taht do not just happen everyday. "You are not Scarlett." I said in a harsh yet mild tone. "Mom, I miss you. I'm fine, I'm with daddy." I laughed "Obviously, you are not Scarlett. Her father is dead. Please take your immature jokes somewhere else. I have enough problems without..." I got cut off by a man on the phone. "Cindy." I knew that was Marc's voice. "Marc..." I almost dropped the phone, I could not believe it. "Scarlett died in the house fire with me." I didn't believe it still. "How are you talking to me?" The phone disconnected. I tried calling the number again, but the number that called me didn't even appear on my recent calls. Like the call never happened.
Now here I am today. I still believe my daughter is out there. I do not believe she died with Marc. Someone took her, and I will find out who. If she is in Heaven, I will find out. I just took a bottle of pills and it's sitting in. No one can save me. I will be with my daughter, and if she isn't there. Well then, mistakes were made, and I won't regret it. Don't call me crazy. I'm just an overprotective mother, willing to do what ever for my daughter. Goodbye now, see you all someday.