A/N: This story idea has been brewing for so damn long in my mind! I finally got around to typing it up and I think this first chapter is good. This is my first ever mystery type story. I hope you all love it as much as I do.

Logan's POV

I had been in this box for who knows how long. They took everything from me. It was dark and I could still hear the distant sounds of water rushing. I knew when they handcuffed me and blindfolded me, I was going someplace they didn't want me to see. I figured we were near the docks when I heard them talking about a boat. I could hear the water rushing from a distance, to under me as I walked up a ramp, and then all around me. I thought they were going to throw me into the water but instead I could hear the sound of my shoes against metal.

I knew when I heard the sound of an engine that we were on a ship. I was pushed when they thought I was walking slowly. I was told to step up and I had a feeling that I was inside now. There was a guy pulling me now and the gun that was to my back was no longer there. I could hear the people talking and their voices soon became distant. I was being pulled down steps before I was turned multiple times before I tripped. I fell to the ground before feeling someone pick me back up.

They pulled the blindfold down and I saw nothing but my shadow. I turned around to see a tall Italian looking man. He was really buff and had tattoos everywhere. He bucked at me and I jumped back, making him to laugh as he closed the doors.

I realized I was in a metal crate just before everything went black. I've been sitting in this box now for what felt like hours but I had no way to tell. I could hear voices but they were distant and of different thick accents so I had no idea what they were saying. I felt tears come to my eyes as I thought about how I got into this.

My cousin, Alana, told me that she dumped her boyfriend and we went out to celebrate because the guy was a complete mess. He was verbally abusive and I told her that if that ever turned to physical, she better end it with him. I suggested that she should end it before it could even get to that. I was happy that for the first time in a long time, she took my advice.

Never in a million years would I guess that her boyfriend was in a gang. I just couldn't believe that it happened so quickly and she was still probably laying there dead, unless they moved her or something. I couldn't help but cry. She was like a sister I never had. We did everything together and I told her everything. She told me about all of the crazy stuff she and her sister did and I told her that I was gay. I let out a small laugh as I remembered her reaction. She didn't believe me until we were walking and I pointed out a really cute guy. She flipped, but in a good way.

Of course, we never told anyone because who knows how people would react. But now, I would scream it to the world and live my life without fear but I have a strong feeling that my skin won't be seeing the sunlight again. We shouldn't have moved here in the first place. We thought that we could just run away from the family and live life together. I didn't think that when she got into this relationship we would end up like this. I mean, no one would.

Now, all of my thoughts are running rapidly and I have the memory of her being shot with a shotgun to her chest replaying over and over in my head. I couldn't control my emotions and I was just crying and shaking all over. My thoughts and everything stopped and I could hear heavy footsteps against metal. I just knew they were coming for me. I heard the footsteps stop outside the doors and I tried to pull it together but fear controlling everything.

A part of me wanted to stand really close to the door so that when they opened it, I could run but then I realized that I was on a boat and I can't swim. Another part of me just wanted to curl up in a ball and hide in the corner and pray that my clothes are dark enough to seem like I was invisible. I turned away from the bright light that burned my corneas from being in the dark for so long. I heard a deep voice say, "Step out here."

I walked to the front of the metal crate and slowly stepped out, swaying a little with the boat. When I looked to my left, I gasped as I stared into the barrel of the gun. I quickly closed my eyes and prayed that I would have an instant death and would be seeing Alana in a few seconds. Then my ears are filled with the sound of the gun going off before everything goes white.

In a flash, everything's black and the ringing in my ears slowly turns into the sound of car horns and heels against pavement. I opened my eyes and they slowly adjust to people walking past me. I look down to see that I'm standing on the sidewalk, outside of some building.

As the people walked past, none of them seemed to notice me. The women strutted past me in their trench coats while the men walked past me, not one raising their caps to greet me like they did each other. I had no idea what street I was on, so I turned around to see if I could find some sense of direction. A woman was walking directly towards me and I had nowhere to move. I gasped as she walked directly through me.

What was I?

Was I nothing?

Am I dead?

How did I get here?

Where did I come from?

I tried to remember anything before this but I was coming up with nothing. Another man was walking towards me and I stood my ground and watched as he walked through me. I don't know what's going on.

"Sir?" I said to a man as he walked past me.

"Ma'am?" The woman just kept going on about her day. I watched her walk past me and my eye caught her reflection in the glass of the coffee shop. I rushed over to it and stood there in shock. I turned to see what I was looking at in the glass, which was the people on the other side of the street. I looked back at the glass and I didn't see myself.

Is this what it feels like to be dead?

But how did I die?

I looked around and started calling for someone to help me. If I scream loud enough, hopefully someone will hear me. As another person walked through me, I felt tears run down my face. I reached up and wiped them away as more came down. This had to be some horrible dream I was having. I heard the sound of a garbage truck coming down the street and got an idea. I wiped my tears as I stepped off of the curb and into the street. I stood directly in front of the truck and it didn't seem to slow down as I closed my eyes.

"Hey!" I turn my head to see some guy looking directly at me as the people on the street stop to look at him. He obviously came from inside the coffee shop because he was standing in the doorway with a little coffee stain on his collar.

"Me?" I asked him, my voice choking up a little.

"Yes, look, my name is Carlos Garcia and I am a police officer. I need you to come back on the sidewalk now." He couldn't be talking to me. No one else could see me or hear me. I turned to look and see if someone else was in the street but it was just me and this truck coming towards me, getting closer by the second.

"I'm talking to you. Please, just don't do what you're thinking. Just come over here, I can get you a coffee and we can talk about it." Everyone on the sidewalk was now looking at him like he was crazy but he was just staring at me.

"I don't want any coffee." I told him and he took a step out the coffee shop, onto the curb.

"Okay, well, what do you want?"

"I-"

"Just come over here and tell me."

"I don't know what's going on." I told him.

"Why isn't the truck slowing down?" He seemed to be talking to himself at this point.

"MOVE!" He yelled and when I looked forward, I was staring into the front of the truck before there was darkness.

A/N: Talk about a cliffhanger. As a writer I live for cliffhangers, especially since this is the first chapter and as you can tell something mysterious is going on. Thanks for reading and remember that reviews are much appreciated! :D