The Missing

I drove slowly down the familiar street to my house trying not to look at anything but the road. But i still managed to spot them - it was pretty much impossible not to. Every rainfaded sign fluttered in the wind blowing up then back down, and everytime it blew down and i could make out the image on it, it was a blow to the chest. An incredable pain that overtook my whole body making it hard to breathe.
Those big round blue eyes staring back happy and inocently, and the bold print above it written "Missing Young Girl" My little sister five years old staring at me wherever i looked, lampost, fences, speedlimit signs. She would always be five years old to us even though today if she was here we would be celebrating her sixth birthday.
I blinked back the tears that were threatning to overtake me and looked straight ahead past the fluttering signs and towards my house at the end of the street.
It was lit up like a christmas tree. My family hardly ever went to bed before midnight if
at all. My brother, Will, was usually first but you couldn't really say he fell asleep he usually passed out. Sometimes on the couch or on the floor infront of the couch. The stairs in the kitchen. Anywhere that wasn't his bed - he never made it that far.
I flicked the indercator on and waited for the one lone car to go past. It took its time slowly creeping along, peerving in the windows of house - invading there privacy. As soon asit had gone around the corner and disapeared with a flick of an indercator, i pulled into the driveway of my house. You couldn't tell from the outside that hearts were breaking, a family crushed beyond repair.
The house was two stories high with a big front door and a double garage. The top story was all glass and all the curtains were open, apart from one. No one ever went into Peytons room and since she went missing at night the curtains have stayed closesd. It use to make me feel sad to go into her room when she first went missing. The feeling of guilt always washed through me, slowly dripping into my blood stream until it was all through my body. If i had just let her stay in my room like she asked...
Seeing all her toys piled in the corner on her beanbag where she last chucked them, or the game of "Last Card' set up in the middle of the floor that Will and her were playing the night before it happened. Who knew that she would never be able to finish that game. The feeling of emptyness was so strong that it practically suffocated you.
But know unbeknown to anybody but me i often sneak into her room at night - after cheaking all the windows are sealed shut, and doors locked - and cuddle up in her bed till morning. It was where i could feel her with me the most, making it feel possible that she was actualy here once.

Hope you enjoyed. Please, please comment i would love to know what you thought!!

Well....it wasn't really a story. It was a scene. A rather static scene. We learned that a child had been abducted and that her family had been torn apart by it. There was no plot. No character growth. Nothing happened. The only thing that could have made this interesting without a plot is the description of the emotional suffering of the family, but you didn't go into enough detail. The only thing it seems you actually tried on was the description of the house, which doesn't really matter much anyways. I wish I could say I liked this, but in actuality it was boring.
However, I think it would make a decent beginning to an emotional story examining how a broken family picks up the pieces, or if you're a happy ending person, how their daughter returns to them.
Review: Alone, it is worthless, but if you use it as the beginning scene of a story, it lays good groundwork.

Interesting premise, but maybe add some more action in the plot. I'm not sure if this is a story by itself of part of one, but it seems more like the latter.
There are a few cases where you should put in some punctuation, and other grammar issues. Here are some suggestions (in bold):

down the familiar street to my house, trying not to look at anything

Every rainfaded sign fluttered in the wind, blowing up then back down

I could make out the image on it; it was a blow to the chest

five years old to us, even though today if she were here we would be celebrating

My brother, Will, was usually first, but you couldn't really say he fell asleep; he usually passed out.

waited for the lone (no 'one') car to go past

It took its time slowly creeping along, peerving in the windows of house

I think you meant 'peering', but it might be better to say '..creeping along, its occupants peering into the windows.." A car can't really peer into things, but its passengers can.

a family was crushed beyond repair

It used to make me feel sad

But now unbeknownst to anybody, I often sneak into her room at night

Some spelling mistakes/typos:
"incredable" - incredible
"inocently" - innocently
"lampost" - lamppost
"indercator" - indicator
"cheaking" - checking
"actualy" - actually
"invading there privacy" - their
"disapeared" - disappeared
"emptyness" - emptiness

Hope you continue :]

Thank you for your reply, this is only the first part of this story. It is describing
the atmosphere and where she lives and what its like to be where she is.
Thanks