Untitled But Coming Soon! Chp. 1 cont.

Yes, I was the one who found him that day; it looked very much like today with the same dark clouds and gray sky and cold, chilling wind. His mom called me that morning and woke me up from my Saturday sleep-in. Donny knew I always like to sleep in on Saturdays. Mrs. Mitchell told me that he did not come home the night before and how they had a fight and he stormed out of the house and never came home, and she told me she found his bed empty and untouched and that is how she knew he never came back. The panic and worry were so strong in her gentle, motherly voice and that’s when I knew that something had happened, I could just feel it in my chest that something awful must have happened to him. It may sound a little crazy, but somehow he and I have always had this sort of… connection I guess, but I don’t know if he felt the same way. However, it felt as if that “connection” we had was broken off by something and when I found him half covered in woodchips and gravel from the playground floor, wearing nothing but his black jeans and lying on his back with his arms and legs sprawled out, I dropped to my knees and vomited.