The sun shines bright over Silver Lake, Nevada. The birds are chirping, the flowers as pretty as ever, and the children are enjoying themselves in the pleasant summer heat. I see the kids running through their sprinklers as I walk to the grocery store. My apartment seems to be lacking food way to often.
Im enrolled at Nevada State, which isn't the greatest college but it takes good grades to get in. I'm a junior, currently studying to be an artist. I like to draw and sketch things. I don't think I'm that good, but people say I'm talented. I think it'd be really cool to have my signature "Emily Lanson" on the bottom of a painting in some art show some where.
All kinds of thoughts run through my head as I continue down the sidewalk. Random things that aren't even important. But then I think about how my parents both died when I was little, so I grew up in an orphanage. They were on there way to pick me up from my little league softball game and were driven off the bridge. Drunk driver. It's hard not having anyone. I only have one friend. His name is Jeremy, we grew up together. He was there for me when no one else ever was. And for that I'll thank him for it my entire life.
After I finish getting all the food I need for my apartment, including various flavors of Oreos and a variety of chips. All of a sudden, a strange man walks up to me. He's wearing a t-shirt and jeans. He's well dressed, so most likely isn't homeless, but I can't make any conclusions.
I haven't seen him around before, maybe he needs some help finding directions.
"Can I help you with something, sir?" I ask, curious to see what this man has to say.
He doesn't say anything, instead he places a bag over my head and wraps his arm around me as I struggle to get loose. He eventually throws me inside a van... My head hits something sharp and I can feel the blood trickle down my neck, staining my new shirt.
The back of my head aches. Everything begins to fade off into the distance. I can almost feel me leaving my home and my life behind.
Then everything goes black. I'm with my family. My parents and I are together again.
I don't know why this happened, but maybe it was for the best. Maybe God was telling me that my life could be more interesting. But that doesn't make sense... why would he set me up to possibly be murdered?
I only have two questions for myself;
What the hell is going on?
And
Why me?