i remember them all leavin from my yard in tully's bus for the gathering. she'd spent 40 bucks on victoria's secret underwear which was hilarious, since that's so not a camping neccessity. we laughed about that. i remember we were all as careless in those days. i was definitely as trusting as she was. if something bad happened to her, it's amazing to think that nothing bad happened to the people she knew, people like me... a buncha kids with the same issues and troubles, with the same zest for life and illegalities and hippie shit. so many nights she sat in josh's room with us, laughing in that ditsy way that made us smile. she was so pretty, and so full of life...
approximately one week after i saw her at the deli, she was gone. i found out at the pancake shop on summer ave one morning when i was eating with josh. her face was on a flyer. we were freaked out, but we knew she was just becoming old enough to travel freely, we knew how stifling our hometown was... we thought maybe she was just on the road, but there was a bad feeling behind it.
she never came back. traci told me this past new year's about the article, tonite i stumbled across it. poignantly written, it pangs my heart. i lay here in bed next to my slumbering newborn son, thinking of the seven years that have passed and how much growing i've done, and how life can be shitty but i am so grateful for it... and i wonder whatever happened to this naive girl. her soc security number hasn't been used. there's no proof she's dead, though. it kind of leaves a hole...
this is the story: Gone Without a Trace
here's some more media on it: Conflicting Stories
Cold Case Heating Up
