"My name is J.P. I want to tell you all this story about my friend."
"I've got this friend named Mitch. He was eager to date, but he had lousy luck with girls. He got rejected a lot and things just didn't improve. I tried to be a good friend, but I didn't see it getting better for him."
J.P.'s friend had lousy luck with women. He did seem a little pudgy, but J.P. always tried being on his side. However, after being rejected by women so many times, it does tend to take a toll. Some men would get upset, but it only made him angrier.
"One day, he finally caught a break. He met a girl that was willing to go out with him. I thought that was great for him. It seemed like it was going well as the two of them been on a few dates. It seemed like all was good, but that didn't last."
J.P. was happy for Mitch. He finally got a girlfriend and he thought things would start looking good for his friend.
"I went over to Mitch's house, but I heard shouting coming from the inside. It sounded like Mitch was arguing with something."
"Why don't you love me?! What's wrong with all of you?! Just love me!" Mitch shouted.
"I could hear something was going on, but all I heard was him shouting. Then, I heard him scream like he was charging into battle. I froze and didn't know what to do. I wasn't quite sure if I should even go in because it sounded like he didn't even know I was here. I decided to give him a call to see if it was okay for me to come in and he told me it was."
J.P. arrived at Mitch's house, but it didn't sound good in there. Something was going on with Mitch and J.P. was concerned about him, He gave him a call to see if it was okay to come in and Mitch said it was.
"I went inside and the place was a mess. Mitch was breathing hard and I could see there was some blood splattered on the wall."
"Are you okay?" J.P. asked.
"Yeah. I'm fine." Mitch claimed.
"I wanted to ask about what happened. All he said was that he got angry over something and he just hurt himself. I just left things alone at that and just left it be."
Things didn't look good, but J.P. didn't know what to think of this. He was a little scared to ask about what he heard.
"Days passed after that, and it seems like Mitch has taken the turn for the worst. He started to confront women and began to scare them with his rage and anger."
"Why?! Why don't any of you love me?! You should love me!" Mitch shouted.
"It got so bad that he started attacking them and people had to hold him back to stop him. He was starting to get charged with attempt of assault on people."
Mitch was getting worse instead of better. After whatever happened that day, he was losing more control of himself. It was like his anger was getting out of hand.
"Eventually, no one heard from the girl he dated and she was reported missing. The cops went to Mitch given his history with women and attacking them. He claimed he didn't do anything to her, but I had my doubts about that. Still, there was little to no evidence against him and they couldn't hold him."
Mitch was becoming bad, but another problem was the girl he dated went missing. Everyone believed Mitch did it, but there was really nothing that could tie him to doing anything to her. With nothing to do, they had to let him go. That is what tormenting J.P. because he knows more than what he's been saying.
"In my heart, I knew it had to be him. I remembered what I heard that day, but I wasn't sure if I should even call the police. There was no proof that he did anything, and I don't know for sure it was her he was talking to. Then again, he was complaining about he wasn't loved. There was also blood over his place. I don't want to go against my friend, but what if he is the reason she's missing? He's still roaming free and the police have no idea where she could be. I just don't know what to do."
J.P. wasn't sure if he should go to the police with what he knows. He doesn't want to go against his friend, but he knows something that could help people. He isn't certain it was her Mitch was arguing with that day, but he knew in his heart, just had a feeling, that it had to be him. It was worse than J.P. might think. When he went to visit his friend that day, he missed something. Something that would disturb him knowing a friend of his did such a thing and would only confirm what he knows deep down. He missed a dead female body behind the furniture.