For many days now, my brother has been begging me to go with him everywhere - school, his bedroom, the kitchen, and even the bathroom. He keeps saying, “Someone is following me”. I thought he was crazy for awhile because even when he was in the house and all of the doors were locked, he would still repeat this. Now, I regret shaking off his “nonsense” as I look for him.

He went missing about 3 days ago, which was yesterday. I only noticed something was really wrong when it was about 5:30. He should’ve gotten out of school at 3:00 and got home at 3:45. When 4:00 rolled around, it wasn’t a big shock to me that he wasn’t home yet as sometimes the buses get crowded, or he falls asleep and misses his stop. As time went on, I got increasingly worried.

When my parents got home, I told them about the situation. Immediately, they called the school my brother attended.

“Hello, this is Mr. and Mrs. Collen speaking. My son hasn’t came home yet and was wondering if there was a delay for bus 6108,” my parents spoke.

A young lady answered the phone. “Yes, good evening. Unfortunately, I haven’t gotten any notice about any buses being delayed today,” she whispered. I wondered why she was being so quiet, but I assumed it was because she was tired from the day. After that phone call, my parents frantically called the police and filed a missing person report.

They found him today. Broken nose, fractured left arm, and half an ankle was what was left of him. The rest of him, neither I, nor the police know where it is. He was found in a local park, but the medical examiners say the blood they found with the body parts was dry, and the limbs had maggots in them. It doesn’t make sense. How was his body parts in that park for so long and no one noticed? It’s a popular park.

—2 DAYS LATER—

The police have interrogated us and other suspects. They think…they’ve found whose done this. The police found the same clothes my brother was wearing that day in my dad’s office, and a pen with my brother’s blood on it. I cant believe it. The killer has been right over our own roof. Fake grieving, fake love, fake father. He’s going to jail for 25 years. God, I hope he dies in there.