After paying for my DVD rental and hearing the typical, “See you again tomorrow” from the creep behind the counter, I boarded into my Wrangler and blasted the radio for the ten-minute drive home. As I sat listening to Radiohead and thinking about my empty apartment back home, foreboding as it called me back to my rightful place of loneliness, I never even heard the song switch off and the news start. That was, until I heard the voices saying, “What a tragedy” and, “I can’t imagine what it feels like to lose a child and never know what happened to them.” Kidnapping again. It always seems like it’s kidnappings anymore, you know? Once something happens to you, it’s like you see it all over the place…
My mind drifted off and I switched the station to another channel before the usual thoughts could creep in. I made it back safely to my apartment and grabbed the DVD rental off the seat next to me, which I almost forgot until I realized I had nothing else to do the rest of the night without it. I carried myself into my apartment, putting the key in the door and sighing as I breathed in the fresh air of loneliness and realized that things would forever be this way now. My eyes were directed to the beeping machine and I followed after my feet to the kitchen, where I pressed down to listen. My heart skipped a beat.
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