{A/N: This is my first story so, PLEASE review. The beginning is kinda short and it might be boring but trust me, it'll get better. I own this story; I created the characters, the plot, everything.}

What do you have when everything and everyone you love keeps disappearing? I ask myself that question every single day and night. I learned that the answers are anger, depression and the one thing that honestly keeps me going; the hope that I can find whatever is cursing the people around me. It's like I'm dead inside. Without all the people I care about, I have nothing else to live for.

Today is March 25. 3 months since the first disappearance. That day, December 25, Christmas day, changed my life completely. I remember it as if it was today. I woke up, excited as always for the little gifts that my younger brother, Richard, would give me. He always created things for me with common house hold items and would give them to me for my birthday, Christmas and our home made holidays like Sibling Day or even Winter Equinox Day. I ran across the hallway to his room and swung open the door.
"Richard! Come on, wake up! It's Christmas morning!" I screamed. He didn't reply, which was unusual because whenever I would scream at him to wake up, he would automatically say, "Sam, I'm too tired." I slowly walked over to his bed and peeled back the covers. He wasn't there. I touched his pillow and I felt a jolt of electricity. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. I ran to my parents' room screaming out Richard's name. I ran all around the house, the street, the neighborhood. He was no where to be found. Then, I went to the Christmas tree and I saw a note. I took one look at it and I automatically knew Richard wrote it because he always wrote with a blue pen. Even when he wasn't supposed too. The note said: Samantha, I've been taken somewhere no one has ever heard of. Do not try to look for me because then you will get hurt. Love, Richie. I slowly crawled into my bed after that and cried myself to sleep. My baby brother, the only boy that I would take a bullet for, has gone missing.

Ever since that day people around me kept disappearing. My parents, my best friend and even my pet rabbit went missing. After my parents were gone, I went to live in a foster home because my grandparents could barely take care of themselves, let alone me and I lost connection with the rest of my family. I don't like the home, though. I always run away for a few days just to get away, to test my memory on my family and friends. To make sure I don't forget who they are. The more I remember, the more I know where they are. It's like they send me telepathic messages. Each person is in a different place, I know that. Figuring out where they are is like solving a maze with no exit; you always get stuck. Richard is appare-

"Samantha Cambria! There you are. Why are you in an alley?"

I whip around to find my foster mom, Annabelle.

"I was just thinking. I like alleys," I reply. Annabelle makes a face.

"Well, that's a little odd, but let's get going because your father has made lunch, after that you have to go to fencing." It's weird how my foster mom insists that I call my foster dad my father. He isn't my real father and he hasn't raised me. Also, she thinks that taking fencing will help take my mind off of my family's disappearance-it won't. The worst part of it all is that I'm going to go to a new school. Starting tomorrow.