Missing

5

I took a big yawn as I sat up in my bed. My actual bed. Like my bed at home.

I quickly got up and looked around. This was my room.

I smiled to myself. That must have been a dream, an awful dream.

I started my day as usual. I made my bed, chose my outfit, went to brush my teeth, then got dressed. I went downstairs for breakfast. I didn't smell anything do we were probably just having cereal.

"Morning" I yawned as I walked into the kitchen. There was no one here. That's weird. They might just be in the living room.

I got myself a bowl and filled it with Cheerios and milk. I was about half done when I heard the front door slam.

"Mom? Dad?"

There was no answer.

I got off my stool and went to the living room. No one was there.

"Hello?" I called as I searched the house for my parents. They weren't here. Their car was in the drive way. Where could they have gone to?

"Missing something?" a voice came from behind me.

I turned to see no other than Reese standing there.

I just stood with my mouth wide. I wanted to scream, I tried to, but I couldn't.

He laughed softly, "They're gone for good. I made sure of that."

I shot up from the cot. Every part of my body was shaking and sweat soaked my hairline.

It was a dream. I had a dream that I woke up from a nightmare, which turned into a nightmare, and now I actually woke up into the nightmare that is reality.

"Bad sleep?" I heard a familiar voice from beside me.

I looked over to see Reese sitting with a smirk on his face.

"What did you do to me?" I stuttered.

"What do you mean?" He came back.

"I mean what was in that burger that did this to me?" I snapped.

"Oh that," he smiled, "You don't need to know."

His smile looked sly. You could imagine him as a drug dealer in one of those movies with that smirk. His eyes though. They looked young and innocent, like a puppy. You just wanted to snuggle him and tell him how cute he was but then there was his smirk.

"Do you need anything?" he interrupted my thoughts.

I shook my head no.

He nodded and got up to leave.

"Why am I here?" I blurted out.

He stopped and looked over his shoulder, "Why not?"

"Really, just tell me." I pleaded.

"Somebody wants you." he said flatly then slammed the door.

Somebody wants me? But, who would want me? I'm not good for anything. I didn't do anything.

I looked at the wall. It was pale green. All the walls were a pale green. They used to be red. This room has a nice carpet, a portrait of some guy, and a real bed with blankets and pillows.

Now I know why he drugged me.