Gravity

Chapter 1

It's always the same thing. You eat, you sleep, you live, and you die. And then you are forgotten. You always leave little bits of memories, tokens saying you were there. Half eaten food, pictures, letters. And then your name is mentioned and people have to really think in order to remember you.

And the world continues to spin, and the sun stays warm, and humans continue to breath in the oxygen they need to breath. And your just gone. Lots of people think or are told that they are so special and no one will ever forget them, but that's a lie. I've been told that so many times, and that's when I decided. If I'm going to be one of the forgotten ones then I'm going to give them something to remember me by..

The freezing night air snipped at my bare arms, causing me to shiver. I hate shivering. Shivering is something your body automatically does when under cold temperature, in order to keep you warm. And that's the point. I do it without allowing it to happen. Right then, when I shiver, I am in no control of my body, and it just does its own thing. And I hate it. Yes, body, I know that I'm cold, if I want to be warm, then I'll do something about it, I don't need you to make me shake.

What kind of idiot leaves his bedroom window open, in the dead of winter, anyways? A thick one. I mean, really, first off, it's cold, second, anyone can just climb threw and kidnap his son. Like me.

And as far as kidnappings go, this by far has got to be the easiest one. They have a perfect routine, and they leave the blinds of their windows open all night, so I can see exactly into their house.

Every morning at 6:02 on the dot, Mr. Fandeli, comes out of the house in his snazzy suit and to his mercadies. He waits four minutes to ready himself, before driving away.

Mrs. Fandeli, or 'Daniel', wakes up twelve minutes before him to make their breakfast. By 5:46, she has it ready. After he leaves she wakes up their son, Aaron, makes him breakfast, and brings him to school. Some where around 8:50 she gets back, where she continues to do housework and gossip on the phone until 3:30, when Aaron gets out of school.

Every Saturday night they go out for pizza from 6:00 to 7:30, and that's where I come in.

Hiding under the small twin bed, I mentally cursed myself for not vying a watch with a light on it, so I can see what time it is.

'Apparently later then I thought..' Right then the bedroom door opened. And a set of feet walked in. Not even going to change, Aaron went strait to bed, crawling under the covers and leaving the door open.

He didn't check under the bed? Huh. When I was a kid, I used to check under the bed for murderers before I went to sleep. I still do. Guess it's just me.

Quickly crawling out from underneath, I grasped my hand over his mouth as his eyes shot open and he started screaming bloody murder. Putting my switchblade to his throat, I urged him to shut up.

"Come with me, or your precious family dies." I threatened. He nodded his head fiercely, obeying my orders as I crawled slowly out of the one story window and pulled him out after me, grabbing him by the arm and running.

And so we ran.