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It's my turn to tell this pathetic tale of my sister and I the night after our parents were kidnapped (well, I assume that they were kidnapped, anyway…)
'It's okay Jade… It's okay…' I thought as I held her.
I was scared too… Let's face it… I wanted my parents back just as much as my sister did… But I couldn't let her know that I was just as scared and upset as her… And with Bria there… I'd look like a dork! But my parents were missing for goodness sakes! I don't think they'd really mind if I'd've broken down and cried. But just the same, I'd still feel really stupid crying, and crying doesn't really help me feel any better, just worse… Had I started crying, I'd probably just've buried my head in Bria's shoulder and cried my brains out… Crying always makes me picture the worst-case-scenario…
'But in Bria's shoulder… That would be- Oh my word… I'm thinking about Bria when my parents are missing! How stupid can I be!?'
With my sister and our best friend there, I felt better. But I still didn't feel all that great… Jade had me to comfort her, seeing as she's smaller and could fit into my arms better (though comforting doesn't always have to be a physical action…). But who could comfort me… Shoot… Bria and Jade both could, but not the way I wanted to be comforted…
'Well, Bria could do that, but- SHUT UP!!!!!! Your parents are missing for cryin' out loud! Stop thinking about Bria like that! It can wait!'
Well, neither Mom nor Dad were there… Thoughts - painful thoughts - ran through my mind as the reality of their absence from the now-barren house had hit me. God was really the only one who could help, but He's not solid, so He couldn't hold me, like I was holding Jade… But He was there, comforting me… I know He was…
'What if they're hurt… What are those people doing to them right now… Are they even alive!? Of course they are! They've just been gone for what, five hours?
'Wow…' I thought as I looked at my watch. 'Only 8:43… They must've been burned…'
I glanced down at my sister then at Bria. They were both sleeping peacefully, their delicate faces bathed in moonlight.
'Dang… She's hot…' I stopped. 'Would you shut up! Your parents could be dead for all you know, but you can still find time to go through your daily routine of looking at Bria all googly-eyed…'
Then I sighed. 'Dang it's cold…'
I then took my arms from around my sister, stood up, and walked into the hall to the thermostat.
After turning the heat up to 70°, I turned and walked upstairs to my room. I stripped my bed of the familiar black bedspread and trudged back down the hall and to the stairs, after letting a loud yawn escape my mouth.
After covering Jade, Bria, and myself (or, at least, the place where I'd be in a minute,) I crawled back in my sleeping bag and snuggled closer to Jade.
§ Jon: Come on! We're siblings! It's not like I'm actually enjoying being this close to her! I'm just freezing my butt off! §
A few more minutes of staring at the ceiling and shuddering at the thought of my parents possible torture and I was asleep, but not before hearing a strange noise coming from upstairs…
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A thick fog… A full moon… An owl hooting… The perfect setting for a horror story…
I shiver as the cold, musty night air blows through my light jacket. Before I walk into the dark, gloomy building before me, I turn my head around, in attempts to discover the source of the cold chill on the back of my neck.
But I find nothing. 'Just the wind…' I think. 'I'm just freaking myself out…' I turn back around and walking into the shadows of the building.
Once inside, I wrap my arms around myself, for it's colder, more dead in here than it is outside. As I look around, my mind drifts to the horror movies Jade and I have watched before, when mom and dad weren't home.
I look ahead and gasp, but luckily I'd cupped my hand over my mouth, preventing the sound from escaping. If I'd've gasped out loud, I would probably be in the same predicament as my parents; tied and gagged, surrounded by two people with guns.
'What the heck's goin' on…?' I silently ask myself. 'This can't be good…'
I say a silent prayer when I see the red-haired woman put a gun to my father's head.
"Tell us, and we'll let you live a little longer…" she says in a cold, evil voice.
'What are they after…?'
"Why should I tell you…?" my dad asks, as my mom looks from person to person with a panicked look on her face.
"'Cause, like I said, I'll let you live a little bit longer…"
Then, silence. No one's speaking or breathing. I'm watching, horrified, crouched behind a barrel.
After a few more moments, the second, a man, speaks. "So, are ya gonna tell us, or are we gonna have to blow your brains out?"
More silence.
'Come on Dad! Tell 'em! It can't be that important, can it?'
Just then, a rafter falls, spreading dust everywhere. They look over to see the source of the noise, but turn back to my parents upon discovering it was just a rafter. I sigh silently, thankful that I didn't get caught.
I look back at my parents; scared, pitiful, tired…
'What the heck is going on?'
Due to all the thoughts running through my head, and the events taking place right now, I forget that I'm allergic to dust… The dust stirred up a few moments ago is aggravating my allergies and, alas, I sneeze; loudly… The sound echoes off the walls and I frown. 'Crap…'
And just as I thought, the two look over at me through their dark, evil eyes.
They start towards me. I'm stumbling backwards, trying to find the exit. They lunge at me, I jump back, and make a run for the door. But, on my way, I trip on something (most likely the fallen rafter) and am knocked unconscious.
"Ah… We'll take care of him later…"
Then, in my sleep, I hear a bang, a bloodcurdling scream, then another bang…
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"MOM! DAD!"