So i went to get the band-aid and everything was going cool.When i got it i ran straight to him, but it seemed i was running to nothing.He wasnt there.I  just figured he was at his friends or at the bathroom or something like that! So i started calling his name.Two hours past there by myself of "just calling! his name!"....I  got really...really scared.So i went home and told my mom and dad.My mom freaked and went straight to all of his friends houses...he wasnt there,so she got some neighbors to look for him which then turned into the whole block...he wasnt there,we called the cops,its been six months!(shaky voice)Hes still gone...I love my brother.So much...I  miss him.I dont know whether hes suffering,sad stressed,hurt!I dont know whether hes dead,cold,raped,or even tortured!I look happy on the outside... but, on the inside... im dying...dying.So please...help me cope with it.