Once we got downstairs I noticed something different with it. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I got the feeling that something was up. Everything looked normal it just felt... darker.
"Does it seem different I here to you?" I quietly asked Bree. Bree is only three months older than I am, but she has the mind and wisdom of someone much older than a normal 15 year old girl.
"No, It's weird you think that Kylie."
"It's not weird it feels different. I can't explain my feeling it just does."
"You're weird."
"I know," I replied with a squinting smile.
My feeling wasn't far off, it was actually pretty spot on. Close to 20 men in masks ran in with guns and started shooting the ceiling. With many screams and squeals everyone got down on the floor. Nine people tried to use their phones to call the police and got shot. Two more died trying to escape. When they started taking hostages is when everyone started freaking out. Two boys and a girl about my age along with ten other people. When one came our way I panicked. I couldn't move I couldn't speak all I saw was my screaming family as they dragged my brother and I away.
"RUN!!!" Dad cried. When I finally my body finally realized what was going on all I could think about is how to get me and Tanner away. I struggled to get out when another tall figure came running to help hold me down. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get out of their grasp. It was pointless so I gave up.
"Kylie!" I heard Tanner calling while crying. "Kylie help me!!" He sounded so terrified.
"Tanner hold on! It will be ok, I promise."
I tried to say anything I could to calm him down, but nothing I could do was helping him. I completely understand why, nothing anyone could say can calm me right now. We were dragged outside where there were two black vans with the license plate covered by a black tarp and nine other SUVs.
One of the two guys holding me opened to back of one of the vans and threw me inside after me there was a man, about in his mid twenties. And behind him was an older woman in what looks to be like her late forties. When my brother was thrown is I cried with joy to know he is ok.
"Tanner!" I crawled and hugged him.
"Kylie! What's going on?"
"I have no idea just go with it for right now. Not that we have a choice."
He hugged me even tighter, "I'm scared."
"Me too Tanner, me too."
