Stolen

Chapter 1

I got up from the bed and into the bathroom as fast as lightning. Upon entry, I turned on the tap and splashed cold water on my face.

I didn't even bother to wonder why I had done so, but maybe I felt as though I needed to cool down, to relax. Mom and Julie were gone, but the crash was a year ago. How could something which happened a long time ago come back to hurt me with full force?

After a few intense minutes of looking at my own reflection in the mirror, my mind came to another puzzling thought. The people that took Mom and Julie away from the wreckage, was that what had really happened? I remember running all the way to Dad's office which was two blocks away from the crash. I had called him and told him what had happened, and he told me to get away from the crash and to his office if Mom and Julie were knocked out cold. It wasn't the best of ideas, and he must not have known that. Things like that don't happen every day, so of course we would both struggle to think of what to do. I guess my mind wasn't working well either, because I was thirteen years old at the time, and I should've known better than to just run away and leave them there.

I also remember Dad and I arriving at the wrecked car together, only to find that Mom and Julie weren't there. Now it sort of made sense why I had this vision of the past. Maybe it was part of the truth to what happened, and why.

But, dreams and some visions can have alterations, so it may not be true, maybe it could've happened differently, or maybe it could be true, and maybe there was something that I didn't notice when the incident happened for real.

I walked out of the bathroom and back into the safety of my own room. I glanced at the clock, which said 4:26, nowhere near close to where I should be waking for school. Silently, I crept into bed, pulled the covers over my head, and waited for 6:30.