It's been three days. Three days since Kenny last showed up to school and you're getting nervous. He hasn't even texted you or anything. That's it, you're going to his house to check on him.

Double checking that his awful parents aren't home, you slip in through his back window. His room looks even dirtier than usual and there's a massive pile of tissues on the floor next to his bed.

You recognized a familiar orange fabric poking out from beneath a torn, dirty blanket.