Stolen

Prologue

The only thing I could see was white light.

It surrounded me, as if it were to close in on me at some point, but it didn't. I hadn't realized that I was walking through it all. The sight of my feet touching something, but at the same time nothing but continuous white light made me sick to my stomach. Most importantly though, I was walking toward something standing out from all the white ahead of me, something familiar.

As I closed in on it, my body began to fill with a sudden despair, but I didn't know why it was happening. From afar, the objects looked unfamiliar, but as I got closer in mere seconds, I noticed that they weren't "objects." They were two people, both with blonde hair, and one taller than the other. They were my mom and my sister. They weren't moving, and their eyes were shut tight. It was as if they were frozen in time. Without hesitation, tears started filling my eyes at a rapid pace, and before I knew it, I was on my knees.

"Wake up!" I yelled. "Mom! Julie!" I got no response, only the echo of my own fading voice. Their bodies were standing as still as a statue, unaffected by my screams.

Suddenly, Mom and Julie both vanished, smoke replacing the area in which they were in. Then the light around me was replaced with the color of the real world, but it took me almost an eternity to realize that the colors were forming a scene of a street which looked very familiar.

I came to know that this was 73rd street, where I truly did lose Mom and Julie. Through my blurry eyes, I noticed another version of myself with two other people driving down the street in a Nissan Rogue. Everything looked like it would turn out ok, but then there was the trucker. It didn't take me long to notice that he was going the wrong direction. The girl driving the Nissan tried to shift into the lane to the right of her to get out of the way of the trucker, but the trucker shifted to the same lane coming from head on. The Nissan tried to turn back, attempting to avoid a head on collision, but by that time it was too late. I looked away from the destruction which only lasted a few seconds. I didn't want to see the wreckage of the Nissan, nor did I want to see the bodies of Mom and Julie sitting unmoving in the front seat.

When I did find the courage to look back at the damaged car, I noticed the other version of myself running from the wreckage that caught fire. When he was a good distance away, he stopped to look back, and then he pulled out something from his pocket, a phone maybe. I couldn't make out his words, but the second he hung up the phone, he took off down the street and made a right at the first intersection.

I then looked back at the wreckage, with Mom and Julie still in it. Surprisingly, they didn't seem too burned from the fire. Movement from inside the truck caught my eye. It turned out to be two figures that made their way out of the truck. They then headed to the totalled Nissan. They showed no hesitation when they ripped the doors off and freed Mom and Julie from the seatbelts that held their unconscious bodies. After that, they heaved their bodies into a van which had drove up and parked next to them. One guy got back into the truck and drove off.

They loaded Mom and Julie into the van, and at that exact moment, my vision began to fade, and the familiar scene of my room began to crawl into view. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that Mom and Julie were stolen from me.