Walking to the library to meet Jessica felt awkward, but I felt as if I could handle it. I had woken up several hours beforehand to get ready. Max teased me when he found out, which is fair enough, I guess. On a bright sunny day, with a cool breeze on a Monday. I took even paces to the library, passing people. Some looked happy, some looked glum.

I recall passing one kid, however, who caught my eye. He was crying, because his mom wouldn't get him some cotton candy from the marketplace. The mom looked embarrassed, and was scolding him.

The young boy spoke, however, though what he said wasn't audible. What disturbed me the most however, was the position he was in. He was crumpled on the ground, sobbing. His left arm was up and his legs seemed to be almost twisted, as if they had snapped. I was uncomfortable, but ended up going past the kid as I continued my walk to the library.

Once I arrived, however, things became grim.

I was met with police tape, the doors to the library had been welded shut and police cars were everywhere. "Officer? What's going on?" I asked.

"Son, you need to get off the premises." The officer said.

"What's going on?" I asked, staring at the doors.

"Henry!"

As if on cue, Jessica ran up to me, she was sobbing. "Rose is dead!"

I felt myself numb. I had so many questions in those few seconds. "W-Wha.." I try to say, but I'm so shocked that I can't muster any words. Jessica shakes in my arms as I do my best to comfort her.

The officer stares at me, "Son, you need to go." He repeats.

I stare at the guard, "You need to let me in."

"No! This is a prohibited crime scene!" The guard yells.

Staring at the door, I see why. Blood sprawled the window. A struggle must have occurred in there. I'm so shocked I don't know how to react. At this point, I'm so unsure what to do I just end up running home. "Henry, wait!!" Jessica calls out as I run.

I end up running home and running in the door, I throw my bag on the couch and take deep breaths. But that was when I heard the sobs.

I followed them into the kitchen to see my Mom sobbing. "Mom...? What's wrong?" I ask, startled.

"It's Max, honey..." Mom says, "He's gone missing..."