The date was the 13th of July, 2017. I was working on my essay for my English class when I heard a loud thump outside my window. At first, I was too scared to see what it was. I didn’t know what to do since I was home alone, so I called my friend. She answered quickly and said.

“Hey what’s up? Why are you calling so late?” I checked the time and it was currently midnight on the dot. I shook my head as I tried to check again as if it was the wrong time.

“I remembered the time being 5:24 pm?” I said over the phone in confusion. This can’t be right. “Dylan said he would be at the house by 6:30 so I was too focused on my essay for English that I didn't check the time. But then if it's midnight why isn't Dylan home?”

I remembered my brother saying he was convinced that someone was following him before he was gone missing but nobody believed him. I shook that thought out of my head thinking I was crazy for making up scenarios in my head. But I would never think something happened to my brother. It was always us too together. We were inseparable. I never thought my brother would be gone. Away from me. Somewhere I'm not. He would always tell us how he felt alone and mistreated.

“Sara, Sara, Sara!” My friend screamed trying to get my attention. “Hey let me go check something out. I’ll call you back I promise.” I said more calmly. I didn’t know what to do so I agreed on going outside the front door to check. I looked around to see what happened but nothing was there. As I turned around to enter my house, I saw a piece of clothing from the corner of my eye. I walked closer to it and my surprise it was a piece of clothing my brother owns. I remembered it because he is wearing that piece of clothing at the moment. I quickly ran inside to call my brother. He said he was going out to play soccer with some of his friends but never said anything other than calling me later. It was weird he mention that. He’d never wanted anyone to disrupt him as he was playing with his friends unless it was for emergencies only. “Pick up, Pick up,” I said desperately for him to answer. It rang four times and still no answer. Now I was getting worried. As I tried to contact him thousands of times I heard someone knocking at the door. As I opened the door I was terrified to open.

“Hello, ma’am are you Dylan’s sister?” An officer said as I tried to process what is going on. I took a while to answer a simple question. To many things were going on my head. Why is there police men standing infront of my door asking about my brother? What happened to Dylan to make the police come to our home at this time? and Why?

“Yes I am his sister. Why do you ask? I say with concern. “I am sorry to inform you but..” is all the officer said and stopped talking as if he didn't want to finish the sentence. “But what officer?” is all I could say but something inside of me knew where this was already going and it was not a good thing.

“Your brother Dylan...has passed away.” the officer said with a frown. I stood still in place processing what the officer just said. “I’ll head out so you can have your space, I’m sorry for your loss ma'am.” the officer said as he left my presence. At that moment I could not believe what I just heard and out of nowhere I started to feel dizzy as if a part of me has died. I no longer wanted to live, not if my brother isn't here. And just like that, I saw nothing more. it's as if they turned the lights off at night. Cold and dark.