Lost All Connections

Chapter 1- The Unexpected

August 23, 2025



"Dad, where are we going?" I said trying to catch up with his fast pace, while I carried my luggage on one hand and held my mom's hand in the other. I think my dad has gone totally bizarre. I mean who tells you to pack without telling you beforehand? Apparently, he does. We weaved through the crowds in the airport with no specific direction like sheep just following its shepherd.

"Dason, where ar-" My mom and I froze immediately once we saw the silver bullet-shape airplane with the U.S.A.F (United States Air Force) imprinted on the side.

"I t-t-thought you said this wouldn't happen again!" my mom stuttered in a berg of tears.

"Angela how am I-"

"Mr. and Mrs. Brighton, is nice to see you have arrived." Marshall Harrison interjected before an argument started.

"Hi Marshall Harrison." My father said holding out his hand while my mother stayed silent. Harrison shook my father's outstretched hand and diverted his eyes to me.

"Hey, Amy. I'm glad to see you again." I'm not. "It’s been.......two years has it?" Two fucken wonderful years till you showed up.

"Amy don't be rude at least say hi." My father said sternly. I soften my death glare and smiled sarcastically.

"It's a joy to see you too." I said with a sarcastic tone and passed by him to the airplane. I felt my mother presence behind me. I threw my luggage on my bed once I found the room I was to stay in. I was about to lock the door, when my mom stepped in.

"Honey, are you okay?" she asked with glassy eyes.

"No, but there isn’t much I can do about it, right?"

"Honey, I know this-"

"Can you leave me by myself?" I cut her off rudely. I saw the hurt; I had caused, and immediately regretted it. "Mom, I j-j-just need time to straighten things out." I sighed.

"Okay, sweetheart. I'm here for you if you need me.", she said before closing the door quietly.

I threw myself on the bed and did what I always did complain and weep. How can this have happened to me? Why was I born special? Why couldn't I be born normal? Why couldn't I live a normal life? And just when I had gotten used to actually living a normal life, this happens! I knew I shouldn't have gotten used to the idea of living such a normal life. Somehow in the berg of tears, I had fallen asleep.

"Sweetheart," my mom said shaking me lightly.

"Hu?" I said rubbing my eyes.

"Marshall Harrison wants to speak to all of us."

"Okay.", I responded lazily.

"Come on get up."

"I’m going" I said stopping to see outside the window. "When did we take off?"

"An hour ago."

"Oh." I responded making my way to the lounge. There was a round table in the center, where my father and Marshall Harrison sat discussing something which I had no doubt was about me. Deciding not to care, I sat on the spinning sofa near the window. I stared out at the massive clouds full of gasses. They seemed so peaceful, so still, without a care in the world. Sometimes I wished I was nothing just a cloud doing its process. I felt my CCC-P vibrate. I quickly took out my Clear Cubic Cell-Phone and checked my message. It was from Kyle, one of the few friends I was able to make during my two years of a normal life. I had totally forgotten about my friends.

Kyle: Why aren’t you home?

Me: I-

Before I was even able to finish my text, my phone was snatched away from me. "Why did you do that for?!" I demanded angrily. How dare he snatch away my phone? I could have at least told them that I wouldn’t be home.

"Do you not understand how serious this is Amy?!" he yelled using his army tone with me. I didn’t response "You could get us all killed. They could be tracing us right now." I turned away towards my room. "Where do you think you’re going?!"

"To my room." I said trying to strain my voice from sounding weak and pathetic.

"Amy-", my mom said but was soon cut off by Harrison.

"Oh, no you’re not. We have to discuss many things here. Starting with your old life."

"What about my old life?!" I said wiping away my angry tears.

"Sit down, Amy." my father said sternly.

"You’re with him!?" He didn’t response. "Way to choose sides, dad!" I said sarcastically.

"I’m not choosing any sides!" he said standing from his seat in fury. "We’re doing this for your own good, Amy!"

"Amy, sweetheart, please listen to your father." my mom said pleadingly.

"Fine." I said sitting on one of the metallic chairs. We all waited for Harrison to begin.

"First of all-", he sighed. "No one is to be in contact with anyone. Understand?" We all nodded in response. "Second of all, Amy, you must remain distant from anyone at your knew school. There will be two new U.S.A transfers one being you the other being one of our own, which will have the others confused and least likely to just kidnap you. Do you understand?"

"Yes." I said not really having any other option.

"Third, you are not to talk to anyone besides your teachers. You are not to trust anyone, but your parents and us. You will only be allowed to use your CCC-P for calling us. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. Fourth-", he stopped seeing my hand being raised. "What is it Amy?"

"Am I allowed to do anything?"

"If you wish to do anything else, you are to inform us. Do you understand?" he said once again using his superior voice.

"Ok."

"As I was saying-" I drifted off from there just looking out in space. Why was life so unfair, so unjust, and so cruel? Why couldn’t I have the chance to say a final goodbye to my friends? One goodbye would have done just fine, but no I don’t even get that. I get to leave and be reminded as the friend that never stayed long enough to say goodbye. I knew if I kept thinking these thoughts I would end up with tears again.

"Is that all?" I asked turning to face them. My father turned to Marshall Harrison for approval. He nodded.

"Yes, Amy. Go get rest for school tomorrow." my dad said giving me a pitiful look.

"Goodnight, mother." I said getting up from my seat and heading to my only savior. Sleep.