Nov 02, 2010 12:53
Jason didn't come home last night.
I kind of figured he might be out all night on Halloween, but he's still not back and now Dad's starting to worry. I'm worried.
Dad thinks Jason's gotten or something, I think he's gotten into something worse. Like, I don't know, the Mob. Couple months back, he came in late, and when I heard him coming up the stairs, I was going to go out and ask him. Jason used to have a hard time lying to me when were younger, I don't know if that's still true, but I figured it couldn't hurt to try.
I caught him in the upstairs bathroom, washing something red off his hands. I think it was blood.
His clothes were a mess. He didn't see me, and he didn't seem... worried or upset or anything like that. And I decided not to ask. I just...
Maybe he cut himself. Maybe it was just paint.
I decided I didn't want to know if it was blood or how it got on his hands.
And now Jay is missing and I think I might have made a mistake when I didn't ask.
jason,
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bruce