• I bolted out of the bedroom door and down the hallway, my mind racing. He was going to kill Connor like he did with me! He would lose his life... and be here with me... I paused halfway out the house, thinking. It seemed selfish but I did want him here with me. We wanted to be together forever and get old together but that I was dead we would be apart until he was a lot older. But if my murderer murdered him then he would be up here with me! I quickly pushed the thought from my mind. I couldn't let the boy I loved die the way I did. I still had a chance to save him. I could save him from the torture I went through. My mind was made up. I was going to save Connor. But where would I go? Where was he now? I figured the first place I would go would be the cemetary. He went there a lot. I flew (literally) down the street, my non-existent heart beating that he was here. I flew over the twisted black metal gate of the cemetary and headed towards my gravestone. No one was there. Just the same old stuffed animals and flowers and a picture of me and Connor leaning against the stone. Seeing him in the picture made my heart race even more. Where else would he be? His room! I flew back out of the cemetery towards his house, silently cursing the long distance between his house and the cemetery. I finally reached his house, which looked empty once again. I flew through the blue door and was opening my mouth to yell out Connor’s name when I heard sobbing coming from the Family Room. I walked down the small hallway into the Family Room where I saw Connor’s mother sitting on the couch, her slender frame shaking with each sob that left her body. I slowly approached her, my heart racing. My brain was trying to figure out why she was crying but my heart already knew. Connor had disappeared.