Was My Life A Lie?

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Two - 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕖?

Little did I know that would be my last conversation with him.

All I think about is my last conversation with him. More tears roll down my face but they are all camouflaged with the rain.

That night had been the last time anyone had seen him. He didn’t show up at the park so I went to his house expecting him to run out of the house after oversleeping again like he usually did. I knocked on the door and the door was answered by…

His mom.

Good morning, Mrs. Davidson.

Good morning Mads.

Mrs.Davidson had become like a second mother to me through Sam and I’s friendship.

“I was wondering where Sam was he didn’t show up this morning. “

“I thought he stayed over with you?”

“He said he was coming home. I tried to convince him but he just wouldn’t stay over.” I said tears threatening to spill out of my eyes.

“Don’t cry dear. He probably will be home by tonight. “

“I’ll come back later. I want to see if Sam is at our spot maybe.”

“No problem if we find him I’ll contact you.”

I sat on the swings for hours until darkness came. I ran to his house.

“Any sign of him?” I asked as soon as someone had opened the door.

“No, we have alerted the officials though.”

“What if he’s….he’s… GONE?” I said stuttering over my own words as I started bawling.

“Don’t think about that dear. We will find him.”

The next week was a blur. School had started up again and I had to go but nothing was as fun without Sam. It had become a schedule for me to go to the playground really early, head to school, check in with the police officers, sit in the playground until it got dark, check-in with Sam’s parents, and then lastly go to bed and repeat.

A month had passed and no Sam. I feel like everyone had just forgotten about Sam. Then a year passed, and another 9 years.