I, Death

Friday October 5, 2012 - 9:58 PM

It took me a few days to find out about what happened to Sarah, but I spoke with Julie, a friend of hers who did return my call. And I just realized, after reading Kim's comment, that it looked like I’d thought Sarah was dead. Well, at the very least I knew that much, I just didn't know where she'd went — I mean, if she’d died I would have heard about it, I’m sure.

My Aunt Shelly and Uncle Bob read the obituaries in the newspaper every day, so I’m sure they would have told me.

So, no, Sarah wasn’t dead. Or, at least, if she was, nobody knew about it. That’s because she ran away.

Julie told me a few things that I hadn’t realized. I wasn’t the only person whom Sarah had shut out of her life. She’d shut out every single one of her friends by the time the school year had ended. I guess I’d been so overwhelmed in my own angst and grief over losing her, and with my obsession to speak with her I didn’t realize that I wasn’t the only one.

I wish I’d known that. I’m not sure what I would have done, but I just wish I’d known that. Maybe because it means it had more to do with Sarah, rather than with Sarah and me. I don't know if that even makes sense.

According to Julie, Sarah disappeared a couple of weeks ago. Around the same time I was having those freaky dreams about Rainy being at her bedroom window and seeing the skull hovering there.

Sarah had been on a trip with her cousin, out of town. Her cousin lives in one of the suburbs just west of Toronto. Burlington, I think. As the story goes, they’d been planning on seeing a concert or something and were both in downtown Toronto. Then nobody heard from them all night, and they never returned home to her cousin’s. Instead, her cousin was found, dead, in an alley. She’d died from an overdose of some sort of narcotic. And Sarah was nowhere to be found.

And nobody has seen her since.

There has been a lot of speculation about what happened to Sarah — that she must be somewhere, strung out on drugs, or maybe even being held against her will by some Paul Bernardo-like character. But not a single person has reported seeing her.

It’s like she disappeared off the face of the planet.

And I can't help thinking back to the fact that Burlington and Hamilton are so close to one another, and that I was dreaming about someone from Hamilton being at Sarah's window at about the same time this whole freaky thing was going down near Toronto.

I just don't know what to make of it all.