Slipknot Texts

Corey

This is all your fault. This is all your fault. This is all your fault. This is all your fault. This is all your fault. This is all your fault. Corey's brain taunted as Craig quickly dialed 911.

The three of them couldn't even fully process Joey's message before they called the police.

"When did he send that?" Craig cried.

"Uh-uh..." Corey opened his phone, "An hour ago."

Jim shoved Corey against the flat screen. "You fucking idiot!" He roared, unable to contain his anger, "For all we know, Joey could be dead because of you!"

Corey didn't care about the now broken TV, he didn't care about the sharp pain in his head, he didn't hear the words that Craig was screaming through the phone. There were only three words that rang in his head. Because of you.

He clutched his hair in his hands tightly. The pain from the tug wasn't able to match the mental pain he was feeling though.

My baby is gonna die... Corey thought, Joey is gonna die...

"What do we do!?" Craig shrieked through the phone, "Can we at least look for him too!?"

The response was muffled to Jim and Corey, so they tried to read his expression. And Craig's face was one of worry.

Corey felt a wave if nausea as he watched Craig's expression.

When Criag closed the phone, Corey awaited Craig's answer anxiously, but Craig didn't say anything at first. He looked defeated as he looked between his friends.

He let out a sob then, his face crumbling. "Th-the cops are gonna be here in a few minutes..." He sobbed again, "Where gonna go find him."

Corey was at the door in seconds, waiting for the police car to pull up on the driveway.

We'll find you Joey... Corey thought, I won't stop until I know you're okay.