The boy no one knew nor cared about

That’s the thing about this city. everyone’s too consumed in their own lives to ever pay the slightest attention; cars ranting with angry drivers all prioritising their own issues over anyone else’s, teenagers consumed by what dress looks best with their shoes or what killing games next to be released; we’re selfish- all of us, even if we’re too stubborn to admit it. To them I’m just a another kid from another town.MISSING. The massive word flashed on the bottom of the many posters that littered the town- my soulless skull drawn expression plastered in the middle of them. Carl Jones the boy no one knew or rather cared about.

A tall lad, I wouldn’t say I tower over everyone but I’m not the average hight; sitting at about six foot with my short curly brown hair that hung over my forehead and my green eyes I didn’t stand out in any particular way. I was a quit boy more so what people call a stereotypical nerd, top of the class- not that I ever boasted about it. I seemed to be invisible hiding under the black jumper I wore daily to desperately remain in my unnoticed state. My family loved me, as much as a family can love a mistake. I wasn’t planned but my mother wanted me and my farther, well his views were different.She chose me, the one time anyone chose me; he could take it in his view he just lost the love of his life to nothing more than a burden from hell or the devil in the flesh.Mum and I moved to the city, she got a job working herself to death just to enable my ability to get even the shittiest education. As she worked day and night at The Close Quilt- a famous hotel stands in the centre of the hectic city towing over is small competiors shining with a noticeable superior. despite the glamorous stature her work place concealed their appreciation towards their workers showed through the minimalist wedge she was receiving. Our house was more of a shack than what one would typically call a place of retreat; despite the small rundown structure that only concealed one minuscule room and one every tinier kitchen her outmost beaming attitude she radiated gave it the special Touch enough for it to be called home. Mum or Marie as those call her- is an optimist women, full of hopes and dreams in desperate stride to conceal her lingering depression. She claimed she was happy- I saw through he like clear glass of water; I ruined her life, I know it... she loved him but she couldn’t live knowing she’d take the life of an innocent child.

It was March the seventeenth when it happened. The streets were packed with narcissistic peopleM blinded by their own ignorance. Mum readying herself for work as I was readying for the shit hole of a school I was about to enter. Crimsons High was a dump; a run down no hope pathetic excuse of a school. All Pretty prissy on the outside with an education system as good as those in the sixties, but No matter my opinion on the school I showed my outmost gratitude to the women who was slowly killing herself in front of me. I ventured down the street, the sound of rawing engines and chatting foks filling my ears as the blis sun peeped through the could and my frosted air rose to evaporation. The worming moths were upon us but no quit yet in reach. As i crossed the buy roads the radiating colours from the every glowing billboard consumed my eyes as i absentmindedly allowed my body to carry me to my destination.

The corner of south bank street was one of my last locations, not that id known that in the mits of the moment. The popular street was confined with people; innocent bystanders oblivious to the event that was about to occur. A sleick black mercaides slowed to my right, i gmalclmed at the dusted numberplatine perched on the fount of the car and it caught my eye; 0706- this materiouse driver had been tailing me the past week, roaming the street in Front of my house- always lingering at my side. The car pulled to a stop, the door opened... Out of instinct, i made for a run, a hand blister the my arm while the other reached for my mouth before i was ruflessly draged and shoved in the back of the unwelcoming car.i caught glimps of two hooded figures one who claimed the driver seat- the other raising their clenched fist high upove my head before BAM … darkness. His plan was demonic yet brilliant; kidnap a kid who received little attention in the heart of the busiest street in the cit, where everyones preoccupied and their eyes linger over you if youre lucky. Assuming the scene was caught and reported would action even be taken? this city was depicted as a glorious picturesque world within itsel, however, they never highlight the kids that go missing every once in awhile nor the constant robberies that ruin peoples lives. so why would my case ever be differen? I didn’t know my destination nor did I know fate. I waited defenceless to peer at my new surrounding- if I wear to ever meet one, it felt as through the endless blackness had no escape, as through all time halted yet the world kept spinning. My next sight of was blurring trees waving in and out of focus as my head lay rough on the bark covered ground te hoaded figure close on my tail ready to pronounce. I looked up past the gun threating to penitrate my brain at any given moment; i was met with the familiar eyes I myslef started into in the mirror this moring only there were cold relentless eyes. “It was your fault” the sound of the revolving trigger of the gun echoed in the back and the matured older man spoke emontily…..BANG….and it all went black.That’s the thing about this city. everyone’s too consumed in their own lives to ever pay the slightest attention.