The 10 Missing Children .

My breaths slow and deep.

I lay awake, staring at the off white ceiling. My breaths slow and deep. Sleep never came easy to me. I roll over and look over at the small digital clock that sits on my best side table. "2:45am." And before I can even start thinking about how early it is I see a light turn on down the hall. The floorboards creak lightly, a sound of tiny footsteps. "Mumma?" "What's wrong Max?" I whisper quietly. "I had a nightmare. It was really scary." He sniffs. "Come sit with me, tell me what happened." Max grabs the sheets and pulls himself up onto the bed. "Well, I was just standing in this room when all of a sudden this other kid was in front of me. He was calling for help saying he needed to be saved. When I tried to help him, I couldn't, there was some barrier blocking me and then. And then. Something started to hurt him and he started screaming and I couldn't help him and then the life went away from his eyes." he sobs