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I woke up late again. I sit up slowly and look at my clock.

9:45 am

I look away and rub my eyes. I pull my knees to my chest and hug them tight.

I lay my head down.

Im confused, so confused.

Where did he go. How was he moved. Did he have a funeral.

Maybe thats all it was.

His dad found him, and then he had a funeral.

But why would his dad care enough to do that?

His dad wouldnt do that...

Tom was at my house for almost a month, and his dad never once called the police.

I get up and put some pants on, then slip on my coat. I grab his bear and leave my room.

The walk to school is quick. I go through the office and to my current class, but the bell rings.

Its time for lunch.

I cant shake this feeling.

What if hes alive?

I sit against the lockers and kids flood out of their classes.

Hes not alive.

Im going mad.

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