Living in torture

Prologue

"Thanks mom." I remember to say after she takes us out to eat dinner.

It's 8 at night and I'm gazing at the light passing by as my mother drives her car home. I am in the passenger's seat as my brothers and sister sit  behind my mom and I.

I capture every car moving,  trying to name them all before I loose sight of them and maybe even never being able to see them again.

I barely understand what my brother, Aaron is complaining about because all my focus is to the cars.

Soon after the amount of cars start to decrease and we leave the freeway. We enter our city and there is no cars at all.  It's always empty. Like as if there is no life.

" Hazel, you have been quiet all throughout the drive home. Are you okay?" I notice my mom say

I was to distracted looking out the windows that when I heard her speak, I would have jumped out of my seat, if it wasn't for my seat belt.

I look at my mother as the street lights quickly flash at her before disappearing into the cold night. Her deep brown eyes are concentrated on the road. Her hands are stiff as she holds onto the steering wheel. I could tell that something was off.

" I'm just sleepy." I reply in a whisper,  as if I didn't want anybody in the world to know that. Those words felt so hollow to me since I've said them way to much to understand what it means to be sleepy.

I look at my laps. I stare at them for a while. I notice my fat are being tightened around my skinny jeans. I hate that.

I look out the window again.

We have just entered our street.  It's dark and nobody is around. 

I notice my mother staring at me, just with my brain. It's a wierd thing that I can do. As if I  was a puzzle that needed to be solved. I didn't look at her because then everything would be awkward. We had a few more houses left before we could curve into our home, the only place that makes me feel safe.

" Why is there a truck parked in our house?" Aaron asks

For some reason I didn't notice the truck. It was as if my brain completely to moved the truck in our parkway.

" Maybe it's somebody looking for people to buy their products." My mom replies to Aaron, she says it more in a question form than as an answer.

I didn't feel like talking.  My eyes were locked into the truck. As we are near our neighbor's house I notice it's not a truck but a white van.

Those vans you see in movies than have kidnappers in them. I started to freak out in the inside but I kept telling myself that I'm completely paranoid. Nothing bad will happen...