Let me tell you about why I’m almost always right. You see, I’ve got these instincts. They’re not uncommon, after all, everyone’s got them to a degree. The thing with mine is that I tend to be right almost all the time based on my first impressions. Whether it’s about people, films, games or things I’ve seen in the news, my first impression always tends to be correct. I enjoy the film or game, the band isn’t heard of again after being described as the best band ever, the butler did do it with the candlestick in the library. And each time I’m right about the news the world gets a little darker and a little more sinister. It’s getting to the point where just once I’d like to be wrong, for your sake as much as mine.
Which simply enough brings us to this little girl. I’m sure she needs no introduction as she’s been in the news constantly since disappearing half a year ago.
What’s she got to do with my instincts? Well, from the very first day that it was reported that she’d gone missing I’ve been adamant that the parents had something to do with it. Something about the whole situation felt wrong to me. Sinister even. And now, as the months roll on I see more and more people starting to think the same way. Everything the parents do seems aimed to delay the police forces from finding their daughter. Everything seems slightly wrong for people in that situation. More like evidence of guilt than worried parents.
My instincts have always told me that they were involved in the little girls disappearance, but now it seems more and more likely that they’ve either sold her or killed her themselves. And the world gets darker again. And once again I feel like it’s partly down to me believing it that made it be true.
Just this once I’d love to be wrong and see the girl show up alive and the parents exonerated of any blame. Just once I’d like to see a little light shine in the world. Is that too much to ask – to be wrong, just once? For the sake of that girl, I hope not.