Chapter.Four

Chapter.Four

Mrs. Firan sat down at her kitchen table. Her head resting on her closed fist. She stirred her tea bag around, mixing it with the newly boiled water. Tea had always calmed her nerves or helped her relax. This time, as she looked at the picture of her missing son and his father, she knew it would not help her cause. He was fifteen then, and happy.

Bang!

A noise from down in the basement startled her causing her to drop the picture.

"What the...Kylie?!"

She stood up from the table and walked towards the basement door.

"Yes mom?" The eight-year-old ran up behind her. If he was up here? Then who was downstairs? Her heart rate quickened as she grabbed Matt's baseball bat and reached for the door knob.

"Stay here while I go downstairs." Kylie was confused as his mother opened the door and walked down the stairs. She flipped on the lights. There was nothing down there. There was an envelope sitting on Matt's desk though so she walked over and picked it up. It was signed, "Mom" on the front. Flipping it over in her hand, she opened it.

Dear Mom,
I came by to get a few things. My sleeping bag, clothes, my pillow, and don't worry. I packed new underwear and socks. I took the money out of my old piggy bank and some money from the swear jar. Are all those from me? Sorry I've been so...Nevermind. I just want to try to fix my life...On my own. Please tell Kylie I love him. I love you too. Don't come after me.

Your Son,
Matt

Kat's eyes watered as she read. A little drawing of the moon was down in the right hand corner. She folded the note and slid it back into the envelope, kissed it, and place it back on Matt's desk. Walking up the stairs, she switched off the lights and shut the door behind her. Kylie sat at the table with his legs twisted together and his arms resting on the table, fingers woven together. He had a huge smile on his face which made her eyes light up.

He jumped from the table and ran to her, throwing his arms around her. "He was here wasn't he?"

His mother kissed the top of his forehead and wiped the tears from her own eyes. "He loves you."

Chapter.Three

Chapter.Three

He sat staring out at the harvest moon. It was an odd feeling he got everytime he saw it. It left him in awe, the orange and yellow molded together adding up to a great, wonderous sight. He concentrated on it hard, bringing it down to him.
"Matthew?" The sound of his name broke his concentration and the moon appeared back in the sky. "Mattie?" There was only one person who had ever called him that. Traci Tivin, a friend since...Well, he couldn't even remember when they first met. She appeared at the top of the hill. "Is this seat taken?"
"Does it look like someone's sitting there?" He had been pretty cold to her ever since she ditched him for jocks and cheerleading. They were like brother and sister until sixth grade. Now their friendship was on and off.
Traci sat down next to him and the blood on his hand caught her eye. "What happened? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." He wrapped some gauze that he had in his backpack around it. He didn't have any tape so he just folded it in itself.
"You should clean that. It'll get infected."
"What is it to you? Why don't you go worry about wether your make up matches your cheerleading outfit or something." He turned away from her not wanting to see the hurt look on her face. He knew it hurt her when he mocked her. "Besides, we're all gonna die anyway. I'm just speeding up the process with a small cut." He stood up swinging his bag over his shoulder and left Traci there...Alone.