My alarm went off at six A.M.. sharp, just like any other day. The difference? I hadn't slept all night. In fact, I hadn't slept all week. My mind was on overdrive

since I had no word of where Krystal was. The last I'd heard was when she called. My soul ached to hear from her, my sweet little girl. I had never felt such a

great anguish in my entire life. 

        Suddenly the phone rang. My heart bounced into my throat with excitement. Please, please tell me it's her I thought to myself. Upon answering the phone

my hopes were momentarily diminished. Then, they resurfaced upon hearing four very simple words. 

        "I'm with your daughter," The mysterious male voice informed me. I cleared my throat, feeling as if I was no longer in reality. The world faded around me.

"She's safe," the voice added. I felt a sigh escape my lungs, then heard a click. no... I thought. He had hung up. I checked the phone and realized the number was blocked. I couldn't stand such mysterious things. I was beginning to die inside, and I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take.

        I intended to get to the bottom of this. I lifted the phone and exhaled sharply before dialing 911.

        "911, what is your emergency?" A woman spoke to me in a calm manner. "Yes, I'd like to talk to the police. My daughter's gone missing."