"Another news report on Tyler?" Harry asked me as we walked down the corridors of the school. Hesitant to respond, I only let out a sigh. He knew.
I know Tyler specifically told me not to tell anyone about this. It's bad enough that people think he's dead, but he's really on the run criminal who just wants power. I've been wanting to get back on the urge to find him again, just maybe one more time.
It's sad really; he's been gone for so long, they even have a small grave for him, surrounded by a portrait of him. They're flowers surrounding the picture, filling me with guilt on where he's really located, but I never told anyone.
Until one day I told Harry where he really is.
I told him because I felt as if it was needed to. He's my only friend, and vaping it about it to him makes me feel better. He couldn't exactly relate, considering his story is a little different. His parents are overprotective, and he hardly gets to do anything. …show more content…
"Thing's will get better, Angus."
I shook my head, not wanting to believe that. It won't get better if I don't find him. It's been five years. I would be lying if I started believing the lie that he was "dead". But maybe one more time.
"It won't Harry," I said, shaking my head again. "It's been five years, and he's still nowhere to be found. But isn't it a coincidence how 'two criminals are on the chase', and the cops are trying to find them?"
Harry didn't respond, rather scratch the back of his neck and didn't speak. I began to feel guilty for snapping at him like this, I mean it's not his fault my brother decided to become a criminal.
"I'm sorry.." I apologized, sighing. "It's just that I miss him so much. If I only I could
I know Tyler specifically told me not to tell anyone about this. It's bad enough that people think he's dead, but he's really on the run criminal who just wants power. I've been wanting to get back on the urge to find him again, just maybe one more time.
It's sad really; he's been gone for so long, they even have a small grave for him, surrounded by a portrait of him. They're flowers surrounding the picture, filling me with guilt on where he's really located, but I never told anyone.
Until one day I told Harry where he really is.
I told him because I felt as if it was needed to. He's my only friend, and vaping it about it to him makes me feel better. He couldn't exactly relate, considering his story is a little different. His parents are overprotective, and he hardly gets to do anything. …show more content…
"Thing's will get better, Angus."
I shook my head, not wanting to believe that. It won't get better if I don't find him. It's been five years. I would be lying if I started believing the lie that he was "dead". But maybe one more time.
"It won't Harry," I said, shaking my head again. "It's been five years, and he's still nowhere to be found. But isn't it a coincidence how 'two criminals are on the chase', and the cops are trying to find them?"
Harry didn't respond, rather scratch the back of his neck and didn't speak. I began to feel guilty for snapping at him like this, I mean it's not his fault my brother decided to become a criminal.
"I'm sorry.." I apologized, sighing. "It's just that I miss him so much. If I only I could