(You can choose his name)

It has been nine months. Nine months since you were kidnapped.

You two were pretty close with each other. You always did everything together and you were inseparable. When you were kidnapped, he was devastated. He started spinning into a deep depression. He was blaming yourself. He kept telling himself if he'd go with him that evening, everything would be alright. You would be right next to him, you'd be talking and laughing...

He stopped going to school, so your parents decided to home-school him. His friends kept in touch with him, and they managed to convince him to go out with them sometimes. It didn't make his mental health better, but he forgot for a moment, that you were not with him.

This evening, he was sitting in his room. He was lying in his bed, trying not to cry again. He was already tired from crying all day. He started thinking that he'd never see you again, and that scared him too much.

It was 7 pm when he heard a car stopping on the driveway under the house. He knew it was a police car. They drive to your house once a week. He ignore it. It was always the same.

After a few minutes, he heard a knock on the door. It was your mother.

"Darling?"

He sighs and wipe his tears away.

"Yes, mom?"

"Can you come downstairs?"

He sigh. He didn't want to go there. But he knew she would insist.

"Coming."

He stand up and walk to the door. He open them and come downstairs with your mom. He stepped inside the living room and his heart nearly stopped when he saw you.

You were sitting on the couch, shaking and looking terrified. Your mom gently rubs his back.

"You can go sit with him. Just remember he's still scared and traumatized."

She said to him.