Gone

Prologue

I remembered just standing there as I watched it happen. Screaming. Crying. Starring. I didn't know what to do. It was like I was frozen in time, no thought. But millions of emotions racing through me. It was over but that doesn't mean that I hadn't seen anything. It's over so what it still races through my mind everyday. The emotions fear everything, it's just not right in front of me.

When the cops showed up I ran and when I got home I ran to my room and cried into my pillow, sobbing, shaking, imagining it over and over again. I cried into my pillow and at the worst possible moment my little brother walked in. He asked me what happened, where mom and dad were, where I went and I didn't know what to tell him since he was no older then 6. So instead I wrapped him in a hug and pulled him onto my bed and told him to go to sleep when morning comes I will tell him everything.

. . .

*knock, knock, knock*
"Coming," I yelled "stay here." I told my brother

"Hello," I said "officer"

"Hello are you Kianna Tyler?" He asked

"Yes I am" I replied

"Is your brother Jerome here as well?"

"Yes he is, I will go get him"

"Ok thank you"

I can imagine you know what happens after that I tell the officer what happened last night, why I was gone, why my parents came to get me when I could've walked, why I didn't do anything but go to bed, and why I didn't tell anyone not even my brother. Of course I didn't even say what really happened, what I really saw that night the, only person I told or even thought about telling was my brother because he's the only one I could ever trust.