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My mom called me at 11:15 this morning. Not too late and not too odd aside from the fact that yesterday was her birthday and I had just talked to her 15 hours ago AND that the 11:15 call happened to be the 3rd one. I answered slightly exasperated until I heard crying. I shot out of bed and immediately thought my dad had died in Iraq. Then I remembered he's not in Iraq. Eventually I gathered my senses and was able to gather that my brother was missing.
I can't even try to put into words the brick wall that went up in my head. I couldn't think, talk, breath, see. I still can't really.
At 2pm yesterday my brother apologized to my mom for having made plans with some friends and made his way to Daleville on his bike. He hasn't been back since. It wasn't foul play or anything of that nature. He planned it. He's been saving money and may very well be, most likely is, out of the state. Turns out my brother is a rather large fan of the dark arts and if there is a real Voldemort my brother has gone to be his death eater. My parents found scrolls in his room with symbols and odd shit, pentagrams in various forms, directions on bomb making, diary like entries about killing people, and over 30 books on his 2nd computer about dark magic and rituals. He made sure to wipe his main computer clean. He's got a shit load of cash and a few clothes with him. Aside from that nothing. The who, what, where and why of it all remains unknown. Monday is the soonest things can get done. We'll have to get the internet company to show what sites have been accessed from his computer and all that mess. If it shows he's left the state then we'll have the Feds in on it. Most likely he has though.
All the local stations radio and tv are running the story.
I'm going to be at my parent's house until we find him or school starts. Whichever comes first.
I hate Daleville.
Despite my Harry Potter references, I am not happy, I am not ok and I do not feel like talking much more about it. Walking past his room is ripping my insides.
I'm gonna use some of these spells to conjure arms that wrap tightly around me until I see him again. Then they'll need to let me go so I can knock the hell out of him. All those jittery panicked feelings I'd have after a dream that he had disappeared are eating me away 1000 fold.
Sun, moon, stars, sky, trees, grass, God, Allah, Buddah or whatever else you may pray to...keep my brother in your mind. I have grand plans for that kid.
I can't even try to put into words the brick wall that went up in my head. I couldn't think, talk, breath, see. I still can't really.
At 2pm yesterday my brother apologized to my mom for having made plans with some friends and made his way to Daleville on his bike. He hasn't been back since. It wasn't foul play or anything of that nature. He planned it. He's been saving money and may very well be, most likely is, out of the state. Turns out my brother is a rather large fan of the dark arts and if there is a real Voldemort my brother has gone to be his death eater. My parents found scrolls in his room with symbols and odd shit, pentagrams in various forms, directions on bomb making, diary like entries about killing people, and over 30 books on his 2nd computer about dark magic and rituals. He made sure to wipe his main computer clean. He's got a shit load of cash and a few clothes with him. Aside from that nothing. The who, what, where and why of it all remains unknown. Monday is the soonest things can get done. We'll have to get the internet company to show what sites have been accessed from his computer and all that mess. If it shows he's left the state then we'll have the Feds in on it. Most likely he has though.
All the local stations radio and tv are running the story.
I'm going to be at my parent's house until we find him or school starts. Whichever comes first.
I hate Daleville.
Despite my Harry Potter references, I am not happy, I am not ok and I do not feel like talking much more about it. Walking past his room is ripping my insides.
I'm gonna use some of these spells to conjure arms that wrap tightly around me until I see him again. Then they'll need to let me go so I can knock the hell out of him. All those jittery panicked feelings I'd have after a dream that he had disappeared are eating me away 1000 fold.
Sun, moon, stars, sky, trees, grass, God, Allah, Buddah or whatever else you may pray to...keep my brother in your mind. I have grand plans for that kid.