Stolen

Maybe it was because of all the voices clustered in that area.

Maybe because it was the blinding yellow police tape, swathing the area.

Or maybe it was because he just knew, maybe someone was leading him on their own.

One way or another, he was pulled to a door.

He opened it...somehow.

To be met with a lot of police and they're stupid tape.

The room seemed to be a small-ish living room/bedroom type.

Still no one payed any attention to him.

He pushed passed the cluster of people.

Somehow he did it.
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Connor Rose was an ordinary boy, emphasis on the word was. Until one night...
From then on, he was at a complete loss, because he seemed to be missing a part of himself.
This story follows Connor Rose's life and eventually reveals the tragedy, that is slowly tearing Connor apart.