I feel tears in my eyes and I try to conceal them but it's impossible they are coming at full force. "Dad?" I say in a croaky voice i can see tears dripping off my chin and streaming down my neck and become cold quickly but I don't care. All I can think about is my parents and how and why they are dead in front of me. I ignore what my brain will answer. I know it will say they where murdered and I cant stand to accept that fact because they are nice people who would kill them? I don't know and right now I don't care I'm furious. I punch the comforter over and over agin full force hoping that the killer can feel me punching them but I know they can't. And I wish they could because if they aren't here they can't hurt me but I want to hurt them and they probably could hurt me. I bet they are big and ruthless to kill someone and I'm the exact opposite. I'm small and well I can defend myself especially if I had a gun and I feel like shooting a full case of bullets through their head. I punch the bed even hard and am almost drowning in my own tears. I can taste its original salty wet taste that i hate because it reminds me of when my grandmother died from cancer and when my great uncle died of diabetes. I'm yelling my parents name and screaming at them to wake up while shaking them vigorously and yelling even more over and over "I need you! Don't leave me! Come back! Wake up!" and shake them even more until I have had enough of this including the taste of my tears and I fall to my knees my voice falling also but falling quieter saying "I need you." over and over until it sinks in that I do need them. I need them to wake me up in the mornings, take me to school classes and dance practices, to feed me, give me money whether I've earned it or not, tell me they love me. i need them more than anything. On my knees now in the spot next to my mother,s side of the bed where I would sleep on stormy nights as a child scared to death. Well now I'm scared to death only for a different reason with my head in my hands still crying and my palms becoming wet with my tears my throat becomes dry and hurts like crazy but I can't stop. I can't stop seeing their bodies. The way they look peaceful and untouched. Untouched! That's it they where untouched. But then how did they die? I stop thinking and crying when a hand touches my left shoulder. I automatically stop wat I'm doing and jump up ready to fight as if I had a chance this man is huge at least twice my size and only because I'm 5'6 he is like 6'9 and very muscular but his face says "I know." and I can't help but feel like he is sorry for me. "I am no threat." he says in a hushed voice and hands pushing down as if to calm me but it makes me madder because I don't want to calm down. "who are you?" I finally ask. "I am not your enemy, I'm your mentor." he exclaims but I don't understand why do I need a mentor. He sees my confusion and continues, "Just come with me. Someone very special will explain when we get to our destination." "What destination?" I ask automatically "I'm not so pose to tell you much but we are going to the white house." he says and then studies my face. "Yep it's you!" "I'm who?" I ask while trying to understand everything. "I'm not going with you." I say studying him back by looking him up and down he is wearing a nice pants suit he must be important or he wouldn't be wearing something this fancy. "you still don't believe me do you?" he says with a sigh "of course I don't!" I yell back upset at him but continue "my parents died while I slept! And you're the only other person in my house! Of course I don't trust you! I don't even know you!" he is upset that I yelled at him but I don't care he deserved it. He came into my house without my permission and suddenly want to take me to the white house this has kidnap written all over it. "I told you I am not your enemy! You can either come with me by walking yourself or you can come with me carried? Your choice." he is bent over in my face now and I'm not comfortable with him being this close to me. I back up till my comfort zone is back and untouched. I think for a while, there is no way I'm going with him I don't know him. So I decide to say that, "I'm not going with you." and now I'm on my tip toes in his face and snarling while I'm at it. He replies with what I feared I was going to hear, "okay the choice has been made." all I can remember after that is smelling something odd that I have never smelt before and it was on a rag that was pushed to my nose but not by "my mentor" but someone I didn't see before so he wasn't alone. And I'm terrified now but its too late I fell asleep.
