It started with my missing brother, Kyle. Kyle Thompson. I couldnt bare to be in his room. The more I look at that fucking door, the more I wanna slam my head into a chainsaw and slice my head dead center, clean cut.
It was the evening of a Sunday. I was watering the lilies in the garden, we have all sorts of them, Tiger lily, spider lily, and my favorite, lily of the valley. Among the lilies, I was tasked to take care of my brother, Kyle.
I looked away to water the lilies, I turned around to hear a loud scream.
I saw it.
I saw him getting taken away.
It was a brown car. A brown, used car. The name tag was covered and Kyle was sitting at the back, looking at me. I dropped everything. The watering can, the shovel, the pot I was holding that shattered into pieces. And I ran.
I ran towards the car, I don't know why. I wasn't fast, I wasn't even close. They took him away.
I filed a report immediately and gave every single detail. The cops never found anything. He was gone. Kyle was gone, all because I couldn't even help him. I'm sorry Kyle. I'm so sorry, I'm so FUCKING sorry. I couldnt help you, I couldnt save you. I stood in silent as the cops told me they found nothing. You were gone.
Mom couldn't look at me after that day. Dad was rarely at home, probably out drinking and having affairs, I saw text messages from another love. And I..
I couldnt look into the mirror without replaying that same day.
You're gone.
And I blame myself.
I'm sorry, Kyle. I'm so sorry.
-Cassidy
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