It's been more than a week since Meg's gone missing. A lot of the family and friends here are starting to loose hope, we've combed the entire town, parks in it, and a lot of the wilderness a few miles outside of town. There's no trace of her. I don't want to admit, not to anyone's face, but Meg's gone. I know she is. We're searching for a body now. At least if we find that, I can have an ounce of peace, of being able to bury my daughter, but it's not enough. I want her alive, I want to hold her in my arms and listen to her tell me all about her day, I want to see that look in her eyes when she's beyond happy.

I've been holding back this week, hoping something would turn up, but the flood gates broke tonight. I sat on my bed, sobbing for about hour, just hugging a picture of her. God, what I wouldn't give to see her smile one more time.

The crisis period is over and the police have stopped their search. I'm pretty sure I was being followed the whole 48 hours, I'm not sure, aside from the occasional glimpse of something unusual out of the corner of my eye. Annie is safe, thank god. My ex-wife let me see her earlier today, she was so frightened. Annie doesn't look like she'll ever smile again, I could barely coax a word or two out of her. I'm worried for her, worried that the experience might have traumatized her beyond help. All she told me (when she did talk) was that a man in a suit and mask dragged Meg away, and she tried to help, but all she could do was scream and cry.

Deb withdrew her from the summer program she was attending so she could keep Annie close to home. I don't blame her.  The school gave me two weeks of paid vacation to grieve and collect myself. I'm taking that time to do my own investigation, I've already roped in some family friends, we've been combing the woods outside town for any sign of her. No luck so far. Kevin down the hall (Meg's boyfriend), had absolutely nothing to do with it. At the time Meg disappeared, he was in the middle of his soccer program, his coach confirmed his presence.

Once again, I'm asking anyone local, please. If you have any information about Meg, please, tell me anything.

If any local residents, or anyone near Pine Hill I need help. My daughter is missing.

Her name is Meg, she's about 5'1, dark brown hair, hazel eyes. She is wearing a green shirt with a dancing kitten and denim capris. I didn't get the full description, but her kidnapper is a man in a suit wearing some kind of mask. If anyone has seen her, or knows anything about her, please, leave it in a comment.

Please, I need to get my daughter back.

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday dear Megan
Happy birthday to you!

Happy 15th birthday, hun! I bet you can't wait until next year when you and your dear old dad can go out and paint the town red for your sixteenth.

I'm busy preparing everything for Meg's birthday. Deb is supposed to bring her here Thursday evening, I've already got the decorations set up and the cards from my family arranged in a little castle on the kitchen counter. I've got to get the cake tomorrow, and as long as it's ready, it should be smooth sailing from there. She's probably going to invite her friend from down the hall, I hope that gives me the chance to have a nice chat with him and make sure he's right for my little girl.

And I know you're reading this hun, you won't get the flavor of cake out of me, either!

It's been a very busy week. Budget woes at the school have sent everyone into a panic, every teacher is prepping for a pink slip, and every coach is worried about losing their team. The head janitor assured me there would be nothing to worry about, but I can't help it. I just lost one job, I don't want to lose this one as well. I had a hard enough time getting in in the first place, working the ticket booth at the AMC in town and at a tiny little office business (Which is now out of business, sweet revenge) aren't really janitorial experience. I think they were giving me a hard time to see if I would stick, god knows that lots of people want an easy job but aren't willing to commit.

Meg's birthday is coming up soon.. I've already got her present stashed safely away someplace safe. I know she reads my blog, and it's not going to be that easy. I love you, hun, but you haven't out foxed your dear pop just yet!