Holy crap

First off, didn't update yesterday because Marie was still sick. I mean, really sick. 105 degree fever go to hospital sick. In fact, I didn't go today, either; still in the hospital. I'm worried.

But that's not the holy crap.

This is.

So this morning, I woke up, did whatever I needed too, and was drinking my orange juice when I absently happened to glance at the paper.
Blaring headline: "Steven (lastnameremoved); The Missing Batter".

Cue spit take.


I quickly flipped to the article and read the whole thing.
Basic gist of it is that Steven vanished about a week ago, and the police have been looking.
Yesterday, they found something in an old warehouse.
A baseball bat. His baseball bat; it had his name on it. Covered in blood and black paint.

I mean, holy crap. Poor kid. Stuff like this doesn't just happen out of the blue, you know?

His parents are, understandably, hysterical. I was too, for a minute or two. Crying oceans.

But D:
I remember this kid. He was slightly irritating, in that "I'm so clever and funny" narcissistic way, but he had this huge goofy bright grin, and the prettiest brown eyes...And over all, he was just...an average kid, an average boy, from what I could tell from babysitting him- more just keeping an eye on him, he was older- for almost a year.

He'd have just turned nine a few weeks ago.


But why would something like this happen? I suppose it's just random, but why him? Why a little kid with a huge, bright future? What would possess some random psycho to do this to a kid?!

It really makes me think, y'know? Life, death, philosophy...


I get the feeling I'll be up all night thinking.




Anyway, Lexi out.




Steven, I hope wherever you are, you're happier. You may not be dead, but all the evidence seems to point to that.
You were loved and will be missed. <3