Day 2 —Tell about a character who lost something important to him/her.

Something? ...Okay then.

Again, this is so lame. =( I neeeeeeed to improve on writing. >.<

She lay in bed that night, with an empty feeling consuming all her body. It floated through every high and every low, pervading every inch of her existence. She was lost. Within and without - she was lost. She could hardly deal with the fact that she had lost, she was lost and she was losing so much more.

She remembered those nights she'd spent tossing and turning, the possibilities of following tomorrows plaguing her mind. Now that those feelings had forsaken her, she actually thought that they were better than this feeling of nothingness. That sense of purpose was lost. She'd been beaten.

Those days and hours spent walking in and out of offices trying to get papers ready, trying, struggling, striving; tackling legal matters and preparing herself for the worst. And then ofcourse, the court trial that had ended earlier today. She had lost and lost herself in the process. Somehow, her brain could not register the fact that she had lost the case. She had lost the custody of her very own child.

Another toss, another turn. Somehow, inside her mind, she was taken back twenty two years ago.

8 years old, she could vividly picture herself sitting beside a flower pot in the garden and crying uncontrollably. And then her Dad appeared. The images slowly formed and some bits and pieces of the conversation came back. Something had retained though - something important.

"Honey, Sierra will come back if she's supposed to."

"But she's lost Daddy. What if she's hungry? What if a cruel cat napper's caught her? Daddy, I want Sierra back!"

The tears had formed again.

Dad had looked in the distance. She had sniffed loudly to remind him she was still there. Dad had looked at her again and said, "You know what they always say? If something's truly yours, it will find it's way back to you again. Sure, she's lost, but there's only so much you can do."

She'd scooted close to him and he'd put his arm around her, kissing her on the top of her head.

"Sometimes you've to let go. Sometimes it's the only way things can work out. Sometimes you just have to let go of the bad parts, and keep all the good ones. Sometimes that's the only way left." Daddy had seemed to be speaking to himself more than her, and she could even see a tear glistening in his eye. She'd been really confused, failing to understand one bit.

But she wasn't confused now. She understood.

The pictures in her thoughts dissolved. She closed her eyes.

That night she dreamt of a happy, smiling child that she knew was hers.