Just on a walk: Monday 11/10

             It is a sunny, but somehow freezing in my opinion, Monday. This day I get out of school at 12:02. He promised me he would meet me at school for an hour or so, so we could "chat". 

          I walk off campus to call, and find out his location. I start heading down the street He is with Alex. Some guy friend, who's name I have never heard before. He tells me he does not have a ride over to Pioneer. He is apparently home. I start to get angry. I sit down on the curb on a not so busy street, close to Pioneer. He tells me he will call me in an hour, at around one, after him and Alex chop it up for a bit. 

            He does not call me an hour later. I am kinda panicked, but not to much. He probably got side tracked, because Alex is visiting. Understandable. I call him at two, once I get home. He is on a walk with Alex. He tells me he will call me later. After his outpatient meeting he is going to come over my house, so I do not get to upset over not talking to him for at least a couple minutes. Something does not feel right.

          A couple hours later I get a call from his twenty year old sister, Tawni. She asked me if I have talked to Taylor. I told her I did around an hour ago. She tells me that her mom is worried because all the windows are opened and stuff is moved around, and that he is not home. 

"He is with Alex, on a walk apparently."

There is a pause.

"Alex?" she says his last name, which I do not remember.

"Where does he live?" she asks

"Down your street according to Taylor."

"Call me if you hear anything, please"

"Of course, please let me know if you hear anything too."

We get off the phone. I feel completely sick to my stomach

I try calling him. No answer. 

I text him. He does not text me back.

He is probably at his outpatient by now, but he always texts me while he is there.

At six, while I am napping, Taylor's mom calls my house.

My sister wakes me up, of course after she got off the phone with his mother.

She tells me that he is not coming over today.

I wonder if he is home. I highly doubt it. If he went home, his mom would let him come over. She always lets him come over. Always.

I have not talked to him since two O'clock,

and now is is twelve at night.

I can not fall asleep. I have called and text messaged him a million times, with no response.

I am worried. I have thrown up three times.

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