going MIA

And so it had been 2 weeks since I last heard from him. He lost his job, phone got shut off, and no-one new if he was able to keep his apartment. I spoke to him for 10 minutes and was given "i dont know" to every question I had. People don't just get fired for no reason. Did i believe him? No, so i called up a friend of mine. If he had been fired, there was a story, and if there was a story, people would be talking. If people were talking then i should find out the truth of his dismissal. Two days later i get called back... no story. No Story? How could that be? If he got fired... There has to be a reason. So I was told, "well thats the odd part, no-one knew he got fired or that he wasnt working here anymore."
Okay so now im worried. So was she. We both tried calling, emailing, and searching him out, but without knowing where he lives it was useless. No response. So Saturday i expressed my concerns with a cousin. "well have you gone to his apartment?"
"apartment? why no i havent .. why would i do that?" i say sarcastically. "actually I dont know where he lives"
"ooohhh i do .. i gave him a ride once," she says, "Let's go!"
and soon we were on a mission.
Then i felt retarded .. apparently he moved only a building down from his last apartment. If i knew it was going to be that easy, i would have slapped myself.
I reached the stairs and overwhelmed by the smell of rotting food. I look at her, "okay, lets think about this... what are we going to find if noone has heard from him in two weeks?"
She looks and me and simply demands, "knock!!"
and so i knock... once .. twice .... and third time is a charm .. i am greeted with an unshaven face, a body sloppily covered in scrubs, dirt all over. He doesnt even say hi. He turns to find his computer that he has been staring into for the last two weeks. World War games, that is all that occupies his head. I follow, "damn this place is stank!!" "what the hell is going on??"
I almost puke. I follow into his computer room, i find he has been living there for 6 weeks, not one box emptied. Dirty clothes cover the floor. Empty pizza boxes, food bags, and soda cans pile in corners. Mold!!! eewww... i smile at him. I cross over the left over food and find a place to sit on his ab lounger. He never looked at me. "so kid, whats up?" his usual reply, "I dont know"
so i sat for about 10 minutes, thats all i could take. I tell him as i am leaving. "in two hours im coming back, you better be showered and dressed, off the computer or i am pulling cords out of that stupid thing." and i smile at him. He doesnt look at me. I stand there staring at him. "say you understand!!" he stares at the screen. after 5 minutes of nagging he finally says he understands. My cousin already out the door, she couldnt take it.
Two hours later and he was still in his dirty scrubs, computer still beeping in the back ground. HE let me in and went to the kitchen. umm... interesting move... i tell him to go take a shower and get dressed. he moves like a kid who is being punished. The place smelled of rotted fish. I open the fridge.,.. oohh .. bad move. my eyes sting from the fumes. I start to empty crap ito bags, and then pick up empty pizza boxes. OMG... i cant take it. He comes out of the shower. "Go brush your teeth!" he stares at me a moment, turns and does what he is told. There is nothing in his eyes. he is lost. No where to go.
We talk for about 30 minutes about nothing. He wont talk about his lack of a job, or what happened. So i ramble on about my pathetic life. oh well .. it gets him off that damn computer. I agree to leave, i dont want to be too demanding. We agree to meet for breakfast. "be ready by 9" i tell him. "just come in if i dont answer, i'll be in bed" he says. the look in his eyes scared me. I wondered to myself, what will i find?
I went out to drink, i tried to forget that smell, that look in his eyes, and all the murder mysteries i've read in the last few weeks. I didnt want to think about how i would find his body in the morning.
At nine i decided i wasnt ready. I left my house at 10, and then parannoia set in, what if he expected me to find him at nine and in the hour i waited was an hour too long. I have to start reading comedies i decide. AI laughed at the stupidity.
I got to his place, no answer. damn. I knock again. and again. i turn the knob. its quiet inside. i look into his room. Just a bundle of covers. Nothing moving. i call his name, nothing. again and again nothing. i hit what i assume to be his leg. Nothing. again and he doesnt move. i start to uncover the body, his body. Nothing.
OMG... i start to panic. he doesnt seem to be breathing. what do i do. again and again..i shake his body, call his name. he moans. YIPPIE hes not dead.
and then he passes out again. damn.
i remember the bottle of pain killers we joke about selling the night before. i go to find it. Its not there. SHIT!! i look around his apartment ...
there was at least 25 of them in the bottle. he wouldnt have taken them .. he wouldnt do that...
i hear him moan again. i go and shake him again... this time he moves... angrily i say .. "SHOWER!!" i can breathe again.
wheeewwww... the bottle is on the floor of the kitchen .. full ..