Everyone knew Kim. Kimberly Ann Hart. She was cheery and optimistic. Her charisma was so very well liked. It made everyone want to be near her, be her friend and talk to her.
She was beautiful inside and out. Doe eyes, brown caramel locks and her optimistic sense was much liked. She'd begin her day like everyone else, like an ordinary girl. She woke up, brushed her hair, showered, ate her breakfast, put on her usual cheery smile and went to school.
That smile.
Everyone loved it. Her friends loved it. It'd reach her eyes and it came from her heart and soul, laced with emotions and real happiness. But who loved it the most?
Her classmates would say her parents for she was their diamond, their everything, the reason why they loved to wake up everyday. However, if you asked the girl herself, she'd without thinking utter the broad shouldered boy with dark brown hair. Her best friend to put it simply.
Jason
For he knew a side of her that no one knew. The dark, depressing, bad side of her. It was unknown to all. Unknown to her parents, Tommy, Trini, Zack, Billy, everyone else.
"She'd cry every night to sleep. Scream. Throw things around." Jason told the police officer. His voice sounded eerily quiet, hoarse, almost as if it were a whisper.
"I bet it got worse so-" His voice cracked at that and he hung his head. He couldn't go on anymore. Jason was glad that he was seated for his legs would surely give away if he were standing.
The officer put her hand comfortingly on Jason's and finally spoke up,"We'll look into the case and let you know if we find anything."
Jason nodded his head numbly and got off his seat. His expression was blank. His mind was blank. The world seemed blank to him. Nothing meant anything to him now. Nothing would satisfy him. He didn't trust the police. He didn't trust the FBI or anyone. He didn't consider anyone fit to do this.
To find his missing best friend.