It was a man.

The body was of a small, young man of Philippine decent. He had short black hair and a blue hoodie.

Barry stood over the puddle, mortified. No one said a word until they all knew what they did.

The boy's backpack was stained with his own blood. No one saw the boy, who was already laying in the road.

Past~

He has given up.
All of his classes, now failed.
All members in his family, disappointed.
All friends of his, gone.
Nothing was left accept for the sweet release of death.

So, there he laid, waiting for his utter demise on an old, dusty, abandoned road. Nothing was left, so what was the point?

Kevin knew he couldn't face his family, fiends, teachers, or anyone who could actually help him. He decided his time was up.

Then, a minivan began to cruise down the road, driver jamming out to music, not paying attention.

Kevin put his arms to the sides and waited.

And then, black.

Present~

The boys drove away and promised to never speak of this again.

And they never did.

And the boy's body was never found, but instead eaten by decomposes and scavengers. The bacteria took what they wanted, as well as the flies. The vultures took care of the rest. All that was left was bones and the blue hoodie.