The Weight of Silence

A lot of questions have been asked of me lately by many different parties. My parents want

to know why I almost refuse to leave the house anymore. My doctor wants to know what has

been causing my insomnia. The police want to know my whereabouts and actions on the

night of the 20th. However the hardest questions to answer are the questions my friends’ parents

keep asking. They ask in different ways but it always amounts to the same thing.

“Where is my child?” That question is difficult not because I don’t know the answer but because

I do. I could tell them almost exactly where they can find their children but the

problem is, they won’t believe a word of it. Even if they did, the stark truth