Olivia's Missing

Olivia Goes Missing

Olivia is an Allison, we share the same last name.

Olivia is ten, her birthday wasn't too long ago.

Olivia is small, she's only around five foot.

Olivia is a girl with blue eyes, they're an azure blue.

Olivia is a little girl with peach hair and a freckled face, she has dad's looks and mom's personality.

Olivia is someone who likes her dresses, she pesters me to play dress up with her all the time.

Olivia is someone with a big heart, she forgives us when we tease her.

Olivia is someone who loves her doll, (Yes the one with the pink hair, mom.) Although she loves us more.

Olivia has a great smile, the smile that can light up the world.

Olivia is the most creative kid on the block, she drew me a horse.

Olivia is brave, she stood up for a kitten today.

Olivia is funny, she told me a good knock knock joke.

Olivia is sensitive, when she heard about a sad cat story in Language Arts she cried the whole class.

Olivia is my sister, we share the same blood and look similar.

Olivia is younger than me, we have a six year difference.

Olivia was obsessed with pink, pink everything.

Olivia is the one who likes flowers, though their beauty quickly fades, and they die.

Olivia is a good hugger, when I was sad about Tyler she gave me a tight squeeze.

Olivia is passionate, she's always going on rants about books she loves.

Olivia is mischievous, she helped me hide my grades from our mom.

Olivia is the one who skipped a grade, the teachers told mom and she was ecstatic.

Olivia is the favorite, mom gives her all the attention and rewards.

Olivia is the one who gets the best grades, she got straight A's while I can barely manage C's.

Olivia is the trusting one, she believed me when I said I was happy.

Olivia loves my mom the most, she's so stuck up with mom all the time, it's suffocating.

Olivia is the baby of the family, she's ten while the rest of us are teenagers.

Olivia is lonely, we don't hang around her anymore..

Olivia is happy but then, Olivia is sad. (I think we're the cause, mom.)

Olivia is missed, all of us grieve for her and blame ourselves too much, when it's really just my fault mom..

Olivia is... Missing and I hope she's found.

They never found Olivia, but one day, about a year later on the phone, they told mom they'd found their guy. He was someone named Liam Thompson, he was in his mid twenties and looked extremely rough... They told my mom he confessed to doing really bad things to my sister. Olivia was molested, beaten and starved. And when he was done with her he strangled her to death and buried her in the woods. He actually went out with the police and showed them where he buried her, but Olivia had disappeared again...

Olivia was an Allison, we still share the same last name.

Olivia was ten, we haven't celebrated or talked about her birthday for four years.

Olivia was small, and probably still is.

Olivia was a girl with blue eyes, they were the color of a cloudless sky.

Olivia was a little girl with peach hair and a freckled face, she had dad's face and mom's personality.

Olivia was someone who liked her dresses, she pestered me to play dress up with her all the time.

Olivia was someone with a big heart, it doesn't beat anymore though.

Olivia was someone who loved her doll, the one with pink braided hair that sits on my desk.

Olivia had a great smile, the smile I really want to see light up my pitch black world.

Olivia was the most creative kid on the block, she drew me a horse and it's still taped to my beige wall.

Olivia was brave, and I cry because she can't protect any more kittens.

Olivia was funny, she can't tell jokes anymore though.

Olivia was sensitive, but she can't cry over sad cat stories anymore.

Olivia was my sister, we shared the same blood and looked similar, though I feel like my face is a cruel reminder to my mom so I just stay in my room.

Olivia was younger than me, we had a six year difference, but now its nine.

Olivia was obsessed with pink, now it's a secret forbidden color..

Olivia was the one who liked flowers, though their beauty quickly fades, and they die eventually, just like her.

Olivia was a good hugger, when I used to be sad about Tyler she gave me a tight squeeze, I miss them.

Olivia was passionate, she'd always go on rants about books she loved, I've read every single one by now and I see why she likes them.

Olivia was mischievous, she used to help me hide my grades from mom, but now neither of us care.

Olivia was the one who skipped a grade, the teachers had told my mom and she was ecstatic, she hasn't been that happy since.

Olivia was the favorite, mom gave her all the attention and all the rewards, did she really deserve them now mom...?

Olivia was the one who got the best grades, she got straight A's while I could barely manage C's. Now I score F's all across the board.

Olivia was the trusting one, she believed him when he said he'd lost his puppy and went with him.

Olivia loved my mom the most, she'd be so stuck up with mom all the time, it'd be suffocating. Now I wish I just had her back.

Olivia was the baby of the family, she'd still be ten while the rest of us are adults now.

Olivia was lonely, now I am, people don't talk to me anymore..

I was happy but now, I'm sad. (I think he's the cause, mom.)

Olivia is missed, all of it's my fault mom. I deserve to die because I took your Angel from you...

Olivia is missing, and she will never be found.

  Love Your Daughter,
                                        Lucille