It all started when he didn’t arrive to his own birthday. Tim was his name and he was my favourite friend, we grew up together being best friends. We were 16 at the time. Tim loved celebrations and I knew something was up when he didn’t show up to his sweet 16th. I had to go and investigate!
I asked a few people at the party if they knew where he might be. They didn’t. I called his parents to ask if they had any information on where he might be but they had nothing. Nobody knew anything. Tim always liked people knowing where he was and if he didn’t have time to tell people he would usually leave a note on his kitchen table. So I then went to his house to check if he had and I thought maybe he could have still been there. He wasn’t and there was no note on the kitchen table. That’s when I really started to worry! I started to look in cupboards, under the bed- anywhere his body could fit. I called his name numerous times.
I called 000 but it went straight to the beeping. I tried calling again and it went straight to the beeping again. So I tried calling his number. It went to his voice mail and as I went to hang up I heard that his message was different. It used to be a boring ‘hi you’ve reached Tim…’ but it had changed. Tim was talking serious and was reading out a destination. I decided that if I wanted to find him my best chance would be looking there.
The destination was a big house, it had no lights on and it looked as if it was deserted. I opened the door. It was pitch black. The first step I took into the house everything changed. Disco lights came on and the music was turned louder than ever. Loads of people including my best friend jumped out with balloons and party poppers. And they all yelled ‘HAPPY ONE YEAR CANCER FREE!’