Sad story about my home town. The kidnap and search, nothing among suburban bushes, the cicada's sound behind the house; in my hometown childhood's fears wait in the backwoods. s***, our close friend was murdered when we were twelve. We're stunted. You never get over the pain of loss. Spiral, you think you're invulnerable but couldn't rebuild. All attempts were useless, it crowds our first steps, from birth to death; this understanding.