If you could wish for anything, what would it be? To live forever. To be rich. To have an undoubtably amazing life.
Well, I already have all of this. But, my life feels so empty. The same thing every day. Wake up, go to school, come home, clean up, go back to sleep. I've been living in this same rut my entire life. When I was young my parents died in a plane crash. I don't remember either of them. I live with Nina, she is my foster mom. Nina was married, but her husband died a few years ago. I remember he was brutally mean to her. Nina only stayed for the money. When he died, we didn't even go to the funeral. Nina and I inheirted all the money. We moved to a secluded place where only old people lived. Nina doesn't like to socialize with other people. So, we just stayed in our house and kept to ourselves.
We have tons of money. Nina says that it's lucky we still have it. She expected her husband to give it to his sister, Giana. Giana is an awful person. She has disgustingly crooked and yellow teeth, her eyebrows hardly exist, and her voice is almost worse than nails on a chalk board. Giana comes to visit Nina sometimes. When she comes I usually hide in my room and only come out when she goes out for a smoke break. Nina says I should talk to her because she is part of the family. But she never makes me stay. Honestly, if something happened to Nina and I had to live with Giana, I think I would be better off at the zoo in the lions' cage.
Once Giana leaves, Nina cooks a big meal. She calls it her "stress reliever." Nina takes me out for ice cream after dinner. We come home and sit outside on our balcony and from the second story we watch the sun slowly dip down over the ocean. That is typical.
So, my life seemed pretty good. Money, a house, Nina. But on the one day that will never be shaken from my brain, something horrible happened. I was sitting in my room upstairs when I heard it. Two men, one with a thick spanish accent and the other sickeningly familiar. I heard Nina screaming and struggling, but I was paralyzed with fear. I watched over the staircase as the two men dragged my Nina out the door. They threw her in the back of their car with a bag over her head. Then, they came back inside to look for me. I was frightened, but my body responded perfectly. I flew into my room and opened the closet door. I had so many board games in there it was unreal. I pushed them aside careful not to make a sound and climbed to the back of the closet. I felt against the wall until my fingers glide over the cold metal handle. Using my shoulder, I wedged the door open. It made a loud screech, I bit my lip. I pushed until the door was barely wide enough for me to fit through. I inched my way back and closed the door silently. I held my breath when I heard them coming upstairs. Their footsteps molded together, and I felt like fainting. They walked past the closet. My vision was blurring from tears. I counted to ten and prayed they would be gone by then. I heard one set one feet move back downstairs and close the front door. What happened to the other guy? Where is he? I put my hand over my heart and felt my pulse rapidly increasing. Did he find the door? Is he still here? I heard a huff outside the door and then footsteps out of my room and eventually out of the house. I stayed in the closet the rest of the night. When morning finally came, I was shaken by the reality that Nina was gone. And they would probably be back for me soon.
