Okay, This is a flashback of when Mark found out that Josie was dead . . .Sorry it's so short . . . . The next chapter will (hopefully) be up by tomorrow, maybe the next day . . .

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No, It Can't Be True

17 year old Mark Cohen sat at his desk, doing his homework. He wondered how Josie was doing on her psychology homework. Walking downstairs and telling his mom he was going, Mark started across the street; but was stopped . . . by two police cars in front of Josie's house.

No . . .

Mark bolted across the street and came to the door just as the police and detectives were leaving. He slipped around them and ran into the living room where Mr. and Mrs. May sat. Margaret was crying into the arms of her husband.

"Mr. and Mrs. May?" Mark asked warily.

Margaret and Thomas looked up. "Mark . . ." Thomas murmured. "Josie . . . she's . . . gone . . ."

"Gone where?" Mark inquired fretfully.

Margaret sobbed, "She was taken. Taken . . . she's gone!" bursting into a fit of tears, Margaret couldn't say anymore.

Mark couldn't believe what he was hearing. "No . . ." She couldn't have. No . . . Not Josie, anyone but Josie . . .

"Mark, the police are going to look for her . . . pray for her?" Thomas said to Mark.

"I will," Mark said before running out of the house. When he got back to his house, two detectives were talking to his mother. He walked in and caught one of the detective's attention.

"Are you Mark?" the detective asked.

"Yes . . ."

"My name is Detective Peterson. I'm currently investigating the disappearance of your neighbor, Josephine May." He said, shaking Mark's hand. "Do you remember when you last saw her?"

"Uh, today after school,"

"Approximately what time?"

"Uh, 3:30ish . . ."

"What is your relationship to Miss May?"

"I'm her best friend . . ."

"I see, and did Josie show any signs that she knew what was going to happen?"

"No . . . Josie wouldn't . . . wouldn't leave without letting me know." Mark looked at Detective Peterson, "Do you think she's alive?"

"Typically, after the first 48 hours . . ."

"I asked if you thought she was alive."

Detective Peterson hesitated, "From the information we gathered, Josie seems like a strong person. I think she'll get through this."

"Okay . . ."

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"Hello?"

"Mr. May? This is Detective Peterson. I'm sorry to say that we found your daughter's blood in a motel room here."

"What?"

"Mr. May, we would like you and your wife to come down here to confirm something about a necklace we found."

"Oh, okay . . ."

"A car is coming to pick you up now as well as pick up young Mr. Cohen. Could you please bring him along?"

"S-sure . . ."

"Thank you, I'll see you soon Mr. May."

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Blood. Blood everywhere . . . Mark wanted to throw up. They confirmed the necklace as the one Mark had given Josie for her 13th birthday; the one she never took off. They also said she couldn't have survived because of all the blood.

No . . . it can't be true . . .

They declared Josephine Eva May as deceased without a body or a wepon.

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