1 month earlier
"Tag!" Josh shouted over the uproar of cars beside us.
"Not now, you idiot! Are you trying to get yourself killed?" I stared him down until the corners of his mouth twitched up.
"You're funny when you're angry," he giggled then ran into the Forrest behind us. I followed.
After a while, when we'd left the busy road behind, I was finally reunited with Josh.
"Come on then! You're it," he sprinted off, yet again. Why do younger children have so much energy? He was 12, but he acted like a 6 year old. Typical Josh.
"OK, you've got ten seconds to run!" I shouted after him; maybe I'll make it five seemings as he already started running.
"4....3.....2..."
Before I could continue, his manly scream echoed through the ominous forests that we once called fun.
"Josh!" I screeched back in reply. I was about to set out to find him when he stumbled into the clearing. Without hesitation, I rushed to his side, supporting him all I could.
"Josh, w-what happened," I stuttered, startled by the whole scene.
"It- it got me," where the only words that passed his lips before he collapsed in my arms.
And his arm was punctered badly.
