Missing(Jason) “Uh.” I groan, the rays of light sneak through the cracks of my curtains, and lighten my room. My body is like an injured wolf struggling to get up. The temperature in my blankets were cozy and all I can think of is how I am going to spend my day? A scream awakens me from my slumber, and I rub my eyes, not realizing I fell asleep again. Another scream cuts through the air, and I jump to my feet, instantly awake. Like a ninja, I creep downstairs, softly, not daring to make a sound. As I pass my brother’s room, I see a sliver of light escaping from the cracks in the doorway, my ears barely picking up a small whimper slipping out of someone’s mouth. My instinct takes over my body and I throw open the door.
My blood drains from my face as I take the whole scene in. The room is a mess, but that isn’t the problem, then I glance at a mirror. My face, white as a ghost, my eyes as big as basketballs, and my body trembling as if it would give out on me. The window open wide, and the gap wide enough so that it can fit a person.
Thump. Thump. Thump. A sound behind me makes me snap out of my trance. I carefully close the light and door and head downstairs to feast, determined not to show my emotions.

“Good morning.” says my dad, and plops down on the seat next to me. I twirl my spoon in my cereal not wanting to communicate. I open my laptop and stare at the blank, black screen. My dad went on eating, not noticing my confused expression, my hands shaking, my breath uneven.
“Arg!” I scream, frustratedly. My dad looks up, startled. I raced up to my room and gently close the door. I stare hard at my punching bag, frustration coursing through my veins. One fist at a time, smashing onto the punching bag, and that is when I notice a shining piece of metal. Cautiously I nudge the bag, and on the floor is a faint outline of a human size hole.

“Jonathan!” My dad pounds on the door, “open up!”
Time is running out. I think frantically. Should I let my dad come in? Or go down the hole. I thrust my weight onto the punching bag just as the door swung open.
“What are you doing?” He asks curiously.
“I got stressed out, and started punching this.” I explain quickly and motion at the punching bag.
“Okay,” my dad says and we stand in my room in silence. “Well I should get going.” And he hurries out quickly. I sigh in relief and move the punching bag again to find the latch open.
Well I guess there is no turning back now. I sit down and swing my feet into the dust, dark unknown.
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“Hello?” My voice echos from the walls in the cave. I reach behind me and feel the cool metal of my flash light, beside it was my knife. Light illuminates all around me as if the sun came down here. I chuckle to myself.
“Help!” strains a voice from somewhere deep in the cave. I recognize it, it is the voice of my brother. My brother is here! I think to myself and sprint to the location of the sound. I skid to a stop and gasp in horror. There he was holding onto a stalactite and underneath him is a pond full of piranhas.
“Let go!” A sound giggling with glee. I shine my flashlight on a figure in the shadow.
“What?” I stare in astonishment, as the figure turns in my direction. It is a neighbor of mine.

I watched the porch as my brother and him played together, rolling around. Their screams of joy filled the air and the sun shined brightly on them. In school, they always did things together, working together, playing together, always partners.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask sternly. My eyes bore into his, and I slowly make my way toward him. “Isn’t he your friend?”
“Well…” He stutters, “he shoved me badly, and this is my payback.” and with that he grins at me, mischievously. I charge at him like a bull at a red object, my shoulder low and pointed at him.. In a few strides my shoulder makes contact with his ribs and for a second he floats in the air, then crashes into the wall and goes limp. My brothers distant call draws my attention from the slack body. My eyes widen in dread. His arm is dangling from a crack in the stalactite, and slips. His blood curdling scream awakens me from my trance and I race to the pond. I position myself with my legs spread on each side of the pond and my hands out, determined to catch him. Piranhas jump out of the water and bite me, I bite down at my teeth. The pain stinging like needles but the stupid piranhas keep jumping at me. Just as I lift my head, my brother, Trevor, lands in my arms and I fall to the ground. New sharp pain stings my body as my knees skid to the ground. My breath rapid, my entire body collapses as I try to stand. My vision starts to black out, part by part the world seems to fade away. Trevor yells near me, but I feel like he is remote, fading away. I need to say my last words! I think.

“Put up a fight next time you are in this situation…” I manage to croak out. Darkness surrounds my eyesight and I think of everything that had happened, until. Black. Black is all I can see. Once you get to identify it, it is a nice color, black.
“Jonathan!” Chanted someone off in the distance. I turn around, there is my mom calling me. I race to her and bury my face into her collarbone. “Wake up!” the same sound repeats again. “You can’t die!” Oh right, I’m dead. I think, how am I dead? I don’t feel any pain.
I hear the shaky breath of my brother and my dad. Am I alive? I wonder. “Hi.” I try saying, but the words sound like gibberish, my eyes flutter open and I see my dad and Trevor jump up in astonishment. I grin and fall asleep, waiting for a new day to begin.

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