The Missing Piece

The Missing Piece

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Allison Levinne was always like the mother of the neighborhood; she loved, cared, and adored everyone and everything she saw. But she always felt like something was missing. No matter how hard she tried to figure it out, nothing would help her to find the missing piece so she could finish her life puzzle. But when her and her family get into a horrific car accident, and her son is quickly put into a medically induced coma, she finds herself lost and at war with herself. When these mysterious young boys, wearing all white shirts and ties and holding dark blue books, tell her they can turn her life around and save her son, she finds herself at the head of her question: Is this what's been missing the whole time? Can they really save her and her son?
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Allison Levinne was always like the mother of the neighborhood; she loved, cared, and adored everyone and everything she saw. But she always felt like something was missing. No matter how hard she tried to figure it out, nothing would help her to find the missing piece so she could finish her life puzzle. But when her and her family get into a horrific car accident, and her son is quickly put into a medically induced coma, she finds herself lost and at war with herself. When these mysterious young boys, wearing all white shirts and ties and holding dark blue books, tell her they can turn her life around and save her son, she finds herself at the head of her question: Is this what's been missing the whole time? Can they really save her and her son?

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 Allison Levinne was exhausted. She had just finished her last Christmas pie delivery and was heading home in her small, comfortable, black compact car while the heater in front of her sent bursts of warm air into her face. Snow trickled down from the clouds, blanketing the area with a white glow.

Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and she still hadn’t gotten the last gift for to whom was her four-year old son, Jacob. She turned left at an intersection where people would always pass by and compliment her spectacular decorative yard, which, this year, was covered in sparkling gold lights.

Stepping out onto the crisp snow, Allison made her ways to her happy little home, smiling. She was greeted by two warm hugs given by her husband Nick and a little boy, Jacob. “You look tired, honey. You need to sleep.” Nick said immediately after their hugs.

“Okay. Alright.” Allison agreed, but after a few moments of hesitation. She still had to get that gift, but sleep overtook her and she made her way upstairs to her bedroom. She lie down and slowly closed her tired eyes and fell asleep.

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Allison woke at around 6:45 p.m. and hurriedly jumped out of bed, put on a jacket, and ran downstairs, where she found Nick making onion soup for dinner and Jacob on the couch, snuggled in his favorite blanket, watching “Thomas the Train”. Allison yawned, given that she was just asleep a few minutes ago. Nick looked up from mincing onions and smiled at Allison with watering eyes. “Sleep well?” he asked and walked over to her and hugged her.

After a few silent seconds, Allison replied, “Yeah. Thanks, Nick. The soup smells good. Listen, I need to go get Jacob’s last gift, will you hold up the fort for a few more minutes?” As she asked, she felt two small arms wrap tightly around her waist.

“Can I come, Mommy? Please?” squealed a small voice from behind her. Nick looked at her for approval.

“Well, maybe we can go together?” he suggested. Allison gave him a disapproving look but then relied hastily, “Okay, fine. But the store is closing in half-an-hour, so we need to hurry.” After pulling on several layers of jackets and sweats, they headed into the car.

They drove and drove and Allison thought she must have smiled a million times. Her jaws ached as she got out of the now-parked, hot car and into the bitter cold, winter atmosphere. Yet, she couldn’t resist the urge to smile again as Jacob grasped her hand while they walked into the store.

After retrieving the last gift, Allison struggled to get the present to the car, (which she held under a small cotton blanket at her side) without revealing it to Jacob who kept tugging at her shirt. Everytime he would ask to see it, she would simply reply with a small giggle, “Not yet, Jacob. I’ve got to check it off with Santa first.” Jacob would sigh in disapproval, his four-year old face twisted in a maddened frown. And then, a few short minutes later, he would resort back to pulling at his, now quite annoyed mother’s, sleeve.

 

When the family finally arrived home, they were all exhausted. Jacob had fallen asleep in the warm car, swaddled up in his “Thomas The Train” blanket, so his head was barely visible. Nick sat in the parking lot with soft Christmas music playing. His eyelids felt heavy, burdened by sheer exhaustion. It took all of his will power not to let them droop. Allison, who was sitting the the passenger's seat, was quietly humming the tune of “Silent Night”, her eyes closed and her mittened hand wrapped tightly around Nicks. Every once and awhile she would give his shaking hand a soft squeeze, letting him know she was awake.

Allison was deep into thought. She recalled when she had just met Nick. That was a long time ago. She told herself. I cant believe its been ten years. Ten, very long, very dreamy, years. Nick was the love of her life, the reason she was the person she was. He had shaped her into being the individual she had always longed to be. But her life was given true meaning when Jacob was born. Jacob was Allison's world, her light, her everything. He was the reason Allison served and gave light to others. What would she ever do if something were to happen to either of them? A question that was so incomprehensible, so confusing, could not be answered with a sudden light of the thoughts.

No, it was much more difficult than that. But Allison knew that it was impossible. Yet, a strange feeling tugged at her dreamy thoughts. A feeling of despair and dread she had always felt, lurking the the back of her head.

 She awoke suddenly to the sound of her door opening. She jerked forward, eyes wide, and startled by the loud awakening of her daydreams.

 

 Allison dreamed a strange and frightening dream that night. She dreamed that she was in a dark, misty hallway that was illuminated with a soft green glow. She felt unsafe and scared, something she hadn’t felt that many times before in her whole life. Her heart pounding loudly in her ears, she took a step forwards, and dropped into a pitch-black hole. Gasping in between screams for breath, she struggled to find something to grasp on to.

Suddenly, a bright light came out of nowhere, and a hand reached down into the dark hole and she frantically grasped it. She was lifted up out of the horrible ditch and caught a small glimpse of her savior. His eyes were soft and kind and he illuminated the room with a feel of safety and love. She adored the feeling of protection and warmth growing inside her, until it all vanquished when the man left the frightening room, without giving her even the slightest second to say thank you. Her teary face became darkened again. She felt so afraid. So...alone.

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Allison woke with a start. Her breathing was heavy and at a quickened pace. It had all felt so real. She could still feel the darkness of the mysterious hallway creep up her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She shook her head, as if to shake away the memories. “No,” she whispered to herself, “No. It was all a dream.” She reassured herself over and over. Yet something held her back from truly believing it. She could feel, deep down, that it wasn’t just a dream. Something was about to happen. Something awful. Something she knew she couldn’t come back from. And it terrified her.

Allison strained her neck to the right to look out her window. It was slightly cracked open and her white curtains were rustling with the quiet wind. It was dark, but the moon illuminated her room enough that she could see glimpses of her furniture in the blackness. She took a deep breath and felt a small sting in her nose and throat as the fresh night air filled her lungs.

Her eyebrows furrowed as a thought crossed her mind. Is something bad going to happen to me? Allison had heard of stories when the dreams people dream have foretold something in their future. But the dream she had didn’t make any sense. Her mind wandered, waltzing away into unwanted thoughts in her imagination.

She sat in her bed, the warm soft covers blanketing her as the winter breeze fell swiftly across her twisted face. It made a peaceful balance, and a sense of safety fell onto Allison. she told herself. She almost felt complete. Almost. Her wonderful husband, her beautiful, beautiful boy. The neighborhood kids she raised as her own. Yet, there was something missing, and there always had been. Something about her puzzle of a soul. Every piece had it’s place in her heart, completing her life’s story. But a piece was missing. It nagged at her, day after day, until she had pushed it far back into her mind. It had only come out again today, tugging, pulling at her every thought. She sighed out a breath of relief, despair, confusion. She knew not everything made sense by the snap of your fingers.

But she wished they would. All she needed was the final piece. The piece to make her story whole and complete. The piece to make her feel accomplished, loved, needed. She rested her shuddering chin on the palm of her hand, staring out the glossy window at the gleaming white snow as she thought. Where are you? Where is the missing piece? 

 


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