Stats.

It all clicks, the disappearances, the new tests and formulas the schools and government have been giving out. Everything.

We are statistics, we are just numbers for someone's, I don't know who's, research. We are just experiments.
We are nothing.

My family didn't go missing, they didn't run off, they were taken. Right from under me.

I bend down and feel my fluids coming up. But I hold them in, tears are forcing there way out. I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

And then Stefan's arms are around me, he's whispering things to me. But I can't hear any of it.

Someone has information on my family, they took them. They took my sister, they took my brother, they took my mother, my father.

But they won't take me.