The Missing
I didn't see it at first. No. I walked in the kitchen to see nothing. Something dripped on my shoulder so I took a look. It was pink and it kinda smelled like strawberries dipped in paint. I looked up to where it came from. I was speechless. Not scared but speechless. I tried to process what I was seeing. Is he dead? That's not him... blood isn't pink... What was above me was Shane. He was covered in pink stuff and not moving. He was draped over a light that was three by three feet.
I jumped onto the counter to get him down. Is he okay? He looks like he's unconscious. I finally go on the highest drawer that had glass plates in it and i was level to him. Oh gosh... the pink was all over his torso. I touched his arm to check if he would wake up. The second I touched him I knew something wasn't right. It felt hard. Like metal hard.
How did he even get here in the first place. I grabbed him by under his armpits but to realize that he was much heavier than what I can usually handle. Come on! You got his! Your friend needs you! An assortment of voices coursed in my head. I finally got him off the light but my victory was short.
I was about ten feet off the ground and i just pulled someone who was heavier than I off of a high up thing while holding on by three fingers and a foot. CRASH!!!! bang. I fell to the ground and actually pulled the cabinet out o its screws. I landed on my back and pinkie finger. Pain flared up in it but that wasn't my problem. I saw it in slow motion. Plates were crashing all around and even on me.
Shane fell on my stomach keeping me from getting up. The last thing I saw was a plate and the cabinet coming towards my head.
