Chapter 5: Childish fears

Why am I so scared they're going to find him dead? Why is it taking so long? Why did I dye my hair green? Like why is Al's hair dye so bright. I look like a Shamrock Shake. Or a snake? I don't know. Anyways, they believe he's dead since there have been many people kidnapped in the area and found dead nearly 5 months to a year later. There's argument at home with me being the top suspect. I still don't get it. How would I pull it off? Why would I even try to kidnap him? It doesn't make sense. I'm tired of this investigation. The police have been in and out of my house and looked through my room and my closet. My basement and my yard. The fridge and freezer, even once looked in the oven. I don't even want to know why they looked there. 

Though come to think of it Al is gone and if he is and has been could he really be dead or am I just overthinking it. Is he in the sky who knows or is he lying in someone's house waiting till he comes home. Or maybe he is just at his grandmother's house, which is highly unlikely. I mean he's missing. A missing person. I saw his face in Walmart the other day and I can barely come to work without being questioned. He was a regular customer. Not to buy things but mostly to say hi to the dogs and cats. He used to help out the dog trainers sometimes and help the groomers. He really has a thing for dogs and long haired cats. Wait, no. He had a thing. I hate being able to say this, but I miss him more than anything and I miss him being right next to me during basketball. He'd always cheer me on and scream my name and I still hear him at my games like a phantom, a memory like he's still sitting on the bleachers waiting till I get a break between games.