After 2 years of searching, we were finally able to find Collin, well, a part of the him. From what the police said, some campers who were hiking in a forest 210 kilometers from where Collin was last seen, found a strange, very dirty bag. One of those people smelled the bag and decide to call the police.
The police arrived at the scene, when they checked the bag, there was a leg. The forensic experts checked the leg and deduced that due to the place in which it was found and the length of time it was there, they could not deduce how many days or perhaps years it had been there. The only thing they said was that the leg lacked vitamin E and vitamin K, signs of malnutrition; If Collin was alive, then he was very, very malnourished.
The day they gave me the terrible news, I was having dinner at his parents ' house. Since Collin disappeared, his parents had been depressed so I started going to them; Although I wasn't his best friend, I got along well with Collin. The police had arrived at the house, the three of us looked at him, thinking that they had found him and that Collin would get home and we would hug him; But it wasn't like that, the police arrived and told us that they found a part of the body in a forest, that what was left of the DNA was almost the same as Collin's.
The first person to collapse was her mother, she screamed desperately, her screams were deaf in the cruel world. “ That's not true! I can feel him! He is alive! ”
The father only went to the kitchen to get a vodka, that was his only relief and friend but you could see his tears, although the police told him about the news of his supposed dead son, he refused, and stood firm saying, “ No, my son is still alive, that leg is not my son's. ”
I felt like my heart stopped working as if upon hearing the news the world would be destroyed and my heart would explode.
I had to hold back my tears to help Collin's mother, who was almost hyperventilating and having a panic attack; weeks later we had a funeral for him. Why did things have to be this way?