The Boy

The boy down the street was...ani-social,alone wolf. He didn't talk to anyone. No-one knew muck about him,there wasn't much to know. His parents were divorced. He lived with his mom because his dad got killed an American hero. His mom was an alcoholic and abusive. No one cared,no one exept me anyway. Everyone was always talking about him because they didn't know him. Ya know how I said he kept to herself? He kept to his-self,exept for me. He was amazing,tall,strong,handsome. I was madly in love with him. He was my everything. He either came to my window or I went to his. We talked for hours,or...at least we did before he went missing. He just vanished,poof into thin air. Some people said his mom killed him,others say he's in there basement. Me,I think he ran away. He us to cut himself,and he was talking about suicide or the past month. I think he got tired of it all this bull. The bulling,the abuse,everthing. He said there was only one way to make it make it better. To disseper.