Kidnapped by Fall Out Boy

Memories

I drank some water from the sink and sat on the bed to think. I remember my little sisters eighth birthday when she invited all her friends and we celebrated in the garden. She had a pink cake and a lot of presents. We all talked a lot and played funny games. My parents were there too but they mostly watched her and her friends with a smile. I sometimes helped with the games. It was a lot of fun. A few days before when I was still at home and everything was normal, I helped her with her homework. Her favorite subject were english and chemistry but she didn't liked sports or history. Just like me I didn't liked history eighter but my favorite subject was art of course.

Now my sister was thirteen and I was seventeen. There were four years between us. I missed her. I wondered what she was doing. Did she miss me too? Maybe she got bad marks because I couldn't help her study. Hopefully my parents would help her or her friends. I just hope I will get out of here soon.

Suddenly I realised the light which was shining through the metal rods was brighter. Brighter then usual. What did that mean? I looked up to the ceiling but there was noone there. No Fall Out Boy looking at me. I still had their images in my head when they were standing there. I should have said something. We should have talked but I just was too perplex to say anything. I just couldn't believe that. Everything that happend. The kidnapping, me getting trapped. Them. It all seamed so unreal. Like a dream. A really bad dream. I just wondered when I finally will wake up.