I held the remote to my TV. Mom was out at work and my father is gone now. Divorce, finally. I was getting tired of the constant fighting and bickering that constantly ran through the house like cats who fight on a whim. We all know who would win. Not me. By this point I just pop open a soda and put on some headphones. Listening to true crime. Hoping that it'll lead me closer to Al. Nobody is trying to find him anymore. With a year having passed. With the snow enveloping the sky and the ground. Collapsing any hope for his finding and his survival. Though whether or not he's alive, I'm not sure I want to be. I'm tired of having to do everything in my house and being hated by every person I know. I just want this all to end.
As the snow fell down on the street I trudged through the frozen burrow. Through the walls of icey rain and winds. Like it's stabbing me in the face with an icey sword. No, a million tiny little ice needles. I heard his call. Again. I heard his voice. He's talking. I see him. I'm going to reach for his hand. He's going to flip around. I know it.
I reached my hand out to grab his, as he flipped his head around. Faceless and blank. Empty round black eyes. Empty, like my memory of him. Lost like everything I knew. I don't remember his face. I don't remember anything about him anymore. All I remember is he was my everything. My handsome, sweet, caring, loving best friend. He's missing and will probably always be.
"Al… Are you okay?," I managed to drag off my tongue only to hear a silent reply. A silent whispering wind hits my face. As everything goes black as a loud buzzer goes off. The crowd builds in my hearing and a whistle and a loss. No more to hear. No more to see. No more to feel. Nothing more at all.