20 Ben

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  • Dedicated to James Mables
                                    

So, i guess it was officially over two days ago. He called me, we had a bit of a fight. That was Friday. Today is Sunday. I was out, alone in the hut that i found, and something felt wrong. I mean i was already sad and crying, but i could feel something else, something that just wasnt right. I began to walk home and it was about 9 o'clock this was earlier than last night, last night i was out till 1 in the morning. I could here everything around me. The sound of the birds going to sleep, a stick breaking under my foot. An ambulance siren in the distance. I felt so empty. I felt so wrong. 

I opened the door when i got home and heard someone whisper
"Turn the TV off now." I think it was mum. I wasnt really listening.
"Are you hungry?" This was dad. He was worried, i hadnt eaten anything since Friday. 
"No, just tired" I mumbled as i walked straight up to my room. I wasnt tired, at all, i wanted him thats all, thats the only thing i was feeling right now. I logged onto Facebook. There were a few pictures and statuses about the cool weekend they had. And then one, that confused me. It was Jack. It said:

To my dearest friend, im sorry that i wasnt there, you will never be forgotten.

What was that about. And then there were a few more of those kinds from the popular people. Maybe just a coincidence i thought. I looked down my message bar and saw Eliots name. It had a 3 hr next to it in gray writing. He hasnt been online in three hours. 
I begin to get hungry so i walk downstairs and into the kitchen i put some left over macaroni and cheese in the microwave. As i wait for it to finish i hear it. And i knew. It was from the TV, the news was on.
"A local boy has been found, dead, in his home, the authority's are looking into the death although most signs point to..." And my hearing stopped. My vision, blurry. I think i must have screamed, because i saw my family run into the kitchen in blurs. I fell to the ground for a moment completely dazed. I felt people grabbing my arms, and i could hear muffled voices shouting, but i just pushed them away. I got up and ran to the car. My hands shaking so much i could barley get the keys in the ignition. 

It took me less than 5 minutes to get to his house which was on the other side of town. There were police cars, and an ambulance, and yellow caution tape around the house. I began to get my vision back as i saw someone move towards me. My cheeks were soaked as Kaleb wrapped his arms around me. We sobbed together for a while, until we heard a call from the house. They were bringing him out. I could see the undeniable shape of his body on the stretcher. 
"He... He left this, with your name on it" Kaleb said in between the tears. I took the piece of paper from him, but didnt open it. I cant remember anything else.


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