"W-what are you doing here?" I gasped and when Mitch tried to approach me, I backed away.

"Calm down, Eva. It's - "

"I don't fucking care. Where is he? Tell me, where is he?" I demanded and he pursed his lips. Why was your best friend here? Where were you? I couldn't control my temper anymore, I grabbed him by the collar and whispered, "Where is he?"

"Eva, I - "

"Forget it. I'll find him myself," I muttered and shoved Mitch away. Before he could stop me, I ran in and called out, "Honey, I'm here. Your Eva is here!"

I continued calling which gradually transformed into yelling after a few minutes. I was pacing around the entire house, opening random doors, throwing random stuff and yelling like a lunatic. In return, I got no response.

Suddenly, two strong arms grabbed my waist and I struggled to free myself. I cried and yelled as Mitch carried me out of the house. He put me down and made me face him.

"You need some fresh air. Take deep breaths," Mitch said and stroked my cheeks. I turned my head away from his touch in disgust.

"I just want to know, where is he?" I asked softly, almost begged. He sighed.

Mitch ran a hand through his thick dark brown hair and said in a barely audible voice, "He's dead."

"No, he can't be," I mumbled and shook my head. I took a couple of steps back and Mitch reached out to me. My legs wobbled and I fell on the cold, hard ground. I looked up at the dark sky and wailed until everything went black.