Dear Diary,

I came to that point of my life where I let go of my childhood daydreams…That point in my early adult years where I realized that all my childhood dreams were just fantasy. My younger sister came to me and asked, "So you don't believe that they exist anymore?" Almost tearing up. She looked at me like if I stabbed her and ripped HER fantasies and she is just a teen. Maybe it's her hormones, her period must be coming and she's overreacting.

I told her to grow up as I buried my nose into my novel that I was currently reading.

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Chapter one: Hit and Run

"When she was just a girl she expected the world
But it flew away from her reach and the bullets catch in her teeth
Life goes on, it gets so heavy…"

Question: What would a typical 23-year-old woman be doing on a Saturday night? A. Partying. B. Going out for a drink with friends. C. Working. or D. Making babies? (Yes, I said it. Hush) I'll give you a few seconds to guess the correct answer. Go on. Got it? You probably chose one of the answers that I provided for you, but all of them are wrong. Why? Because I am not a typical woman and I am stuck baby-sitting my well grown up 17-year-old sister who is grounded for the weekend.

Yes, my parents called me on Thursday night asking me if I can do them a favor to baby-sit my lovely sister, Alyson.

"Can't she take care of her own?" I almost whined to my mom.

"Please, Eliza. It's just for the weekend." She said.

"But she's 17! You guys left me alone when I was 17." I reminded. I couldn't lie that I had work because I don't work on the weekends.

"She's grounded." I heard my dad almost shouting. I knew that they had me on speaker. They are used to speak on speaker since that's how they communicate at work; always on conference call. Now they have some kind of Doctor meeting in the city that they have to attend to.

I sighed, "Fine."

Don't get me wrong, I love my baby sister but we haven't talked for almost a month since the little discussion we had and now I guess she's acting out on it.

Growing up with her was a little hard because she's about six years younger than me. It took a long time to get a long until we found something that bonded us together, something that we would always talk about, daydream, and watch daily. There was this one thing that got us together that we never got tired of talking about until just recently when adulthood grabbed me by the neck and the responsibilities that I had when I moved out and moved in to my new apartment. That one thing that we never got bored talking about, that kept us up almost all night as we read through fanfiction was the movie Transformers. I was first introduced to it back in high school, I would talk about it with my mom and dad.

My dad smiled and said, "so that's all it took for you to be interested in cars?"

"Not just any car, daddy! These cars transformed into fighting bad-ass robots and…." I would go on in excitement and get mad whenever they would say cars instead of Autobots or Cybertronians. Aly thought I was weird but what would she know when she was only a young kid back then. It was an obsession, I had posters, collected bobby-heads from Burger King, soundtracks, went to midnight premiers, memorized the make and models of each car, trucks and semi's. My sister watched me and started to ask questions, but there was this one question that I'll never forget that she asked when she was 11 years old, "Can we watch Transformers" I think I am starting to like them too." That was music to my ears.

Every weekend we would watch the same movies, read fanfictions, hell, she would even start to write her own stories as if she was in their world. She got more into it than I ever did. Now, after I graduated from college and held an associate in English and struggling to find a job in that field, I let go of my childhood obsession and had to step up. These obsessions won't pay my loans and rent.

It still feels like it was just yesterday when she asked me if I don't believe that they exist anymore. The way she looked at me, like as if I took away her childhood years, like if I had stabbed her and ripped her fantasies away from her even though she is just a teen.

It was Saturday night, and I was laying on the couch with a blanket over my legs. I had my black matte glasses on, my hair tied up into a bun and book in-between my hands. A finger in-between the page that I was currently reading and the page that I was about to read. The living room was dark but the night lamp lit up the corner where I was laying down. My hand absentmindedly searched for my red coffee mug and brought it up to my lips. It was already cold. It always gets cold within five minutes and that's my fault when I had a lot of milk to my coffee. I folded the corner of the page and decided to head to the kitchen to warm up my coffee again. I walked in the dark, I like being in the dark for some reason. I find it comforting even though there was minimal light coming from the street.

I walked towards the microwave and noticed that it was 10:30 P.M., not a noise was heard in the house besides the microwave heating my drink. I found it a little odd…a little too odd.

While I waited for my drink to be ready, I turned toward the kitchen table that was placed at the center of the kitchen and grabbed a slice of cold pizza and pulled my phone out and pressed the Facebook app, giving a few posts likes or reacts until one post that I came across letting me know that Aly recently commented on. I read through it.

"Ready to party?" a boy named Charlie asked. He looked like he just hit puberty. I snickered.

A girl named Gwen replied, "Didn't you hear? Little Alyson is grounded." With a laughing emoticon. Their conversations teased and made fun of my sister and she didn't reply to any of them until all the way to the last, "Already on my face, bitches." I dropped my phone on the table and ran upstairs.

"Aly, you better be in your room." I whispered to myself and I ran upstairs taking two stairs at a time. The door was locked, from the gap between the floor and the door I saw the lighting from the tv but no volume. It would be dumb of me to think if she was asleep, I know this trick.

"Alyson!" I banged on the door, "Open the door!" No answer. I banged again, "Aly! I swear to…If you don't open the door this second I will bust in!" I slammed the door with the palms of my hands but not respond. I went to the bathroom to look for something pointy or at least a bobby pin. I found one lying on the floor and took of the small black round cover from the bobby pin and inserted in the key hole and walked in the room. The TV was turned on as I thought, but it was on pause. The window was open and saw a rope tied up so she can climb down.

"ALYSON!" I shouted like a crazy person. I didn't care if the whole block heard.

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To be furious wasn't close to it. My blood was boiling as I tried to call her numerous of time and no response. I tried texting her as well.

Answer ur phone!

Sent her few angry emoji. I don't know where to look for her or where the party is being held. I was driving in the neighborhoods where everything looked calmed. I pulled up to the main streets and parked to look in her timeline and see if I could find any clues. I felt like calling my parents and tell them about Aly sneaking out but I didn't want to get her into more trouble than she already is. But what if I can't find her? I tried not to panic but many things can go wrong. Drugs can be involved and stupid decisions. I shook my head as I placed the phone over my hear as I called her again but no answer. I left her a voicemail, "Alyson Rose Montgomery, you better be dying if you're not answering your goddamn phone." I checked her timeline and it gave a little location from the said post where they could be at. It gave away the name of the town which was only ten minutes away from where I was. Before I switched gears, I heard a loud engine coming from the back. I looked at my rearview mirror and the headlight from the car blinded me for a second, making me look away. When my eyesight adjusted the engine sounded louder and speed past by me real fast. I couldn't tell the make or model of the car, and it was no car but a black truck and few seconds later a cop speeding behind the driver, trying to stop him or her.

It was close to midnight and there's drunk drivers out in the streets, driving reckless. I pulled up and drove to the small neighborhood.

It took me awhile to find my sister. I didn't even bother to look for a parking spot and just stopped the car in the middle of the street and walked inside the strangers house that contained drunk teenagers and smell of bad decisions. I didn't even knock on the door, just walked in and saw bunch of kids dancing to loud music. Few were making out by the stairs, others spilling alcohol on their shirts or on someone purposely. Few girls running while boys chased, others passing blunt in the small circle that was formed. I saw my sister holding the said blunt. My heart stopped beating when she held it between her fingers, like it wasn't her first rodeo doing it.

"Alyson!" I shouted at her but she didn't hear me due to the loud music playing. I pushed past through the sweating teens bodies, one of them being a hand of a boy trying to grab my ass but I stopped him.

"What do you think you're doing?" I exclaimed.

"Got a precious cargo there, wanna kick it?" He asked all drunk and liked his lower lip all sloppy. I pushed him causing him to stumble backward and falling on the coffee table, spilling drinks and people shouting, "Hey!" Alyson got up when everyone heard the commotion.

"Hey, you're not invited!" Someone shouted from the stairs and noticed that it was Charlie from Facebook comments.

"Don't worry, I'm leaving. Just getting my sister." Everyone watched as I grabbed Aly from her hand but she pulled away, "What are you doing?" She asked angrily, "You're embarrassing me in front of my friends."

I scoffed, "These are your friends?" I asked, "Drugging you and offering alcohol?"

"Go home, Eliza." She told me.

"Not until you come with me." She was trying to argue with me.

"I'm staying here with my friends." She argued.

"These are not your friends. They don't know a thing about you and don't care about you." I told her.

She crossed her arms across her chest, "At least they don't ruin your childhood dreams and bond with me." I pressed my lips into a thin line. This is not the place or the time to argue with her. I pulled her by her green and black checkered button down, "We are leaving." I told her. Everyone watching us as we left.

There was a boy by my grey Volvo, "Is this your car?" he asked. I opened the front passenger door and threw my sister in there. "Your crappy car is getting the way and I'm trying to get out." I walked around and faced the jock. You can tell that he was in the football team, his jersey gave it away.

"What's with you girls not knowing how to park?" he remarked. The jock was by the driver's door of my car. His hair pulled back and set up into a man bun, he looked ridiculous. His remark though, had my blood boiling, "How the fuck did you even get a license? Sucking –" I punched him in the eye and got in my driver seat pulling away from the scene. I looked back and saw him covering his eye while people gathered to see what happened.

Alyson looked back too, "I can't believe you just did that."

I felt my knuckles turning white as I held tight on the steering wheel, "Put on your seatbelt." I told her.

"You literally embarrassed me in front of my friends." She cried.

"Seatbelt please."

"You don't care!"

"Alyson, put on your seatbelt!"

I was beyond furious. My sister jumped when I shouted at her and then buckled up. We were at the red stop light, and I can hear Aly crying. I shouldn't apologize but I felt like I needed too. When the light turned green, I saw bright lights from the distance but didn't think much of it.

I sighed, "Those are not your friends, Alyson and I'm sorry if I hurt you." I grabbed her hand put she pulled away, "You used to get me, but now you pushed me away. Just like mom and dad." She said, as she cried and wiped her eyes with the sleeves of her blouse. I frowned, she feels alone. But, that shouldn't be an excuse for her to act out like this. I never acted like this when I was her age, but then again, at her age I wasn't partying. I was with her, bonding.

The bright light was getting closer and closer, "Damn truck drivers and their bright lights." I complained and flashed the blinker at the driver. The driver was coming too fast, speeding and it was only a one lane road. The driver was driver on the wrong lane heading right at us and I realized who it was. The same black truck from earlier and the cop behind. My choices were limited and there was no lane for me to switch or no intersection or parking lot. If I swerved, we would hit the ditch and I had to react fast but it all happen too fast.

Instinctively I swerved and the truck didn't stop but almost hit us however, we weren't so lucky. The cop car hit us, losing control of my car and spin. I heard Alyson scream and our bodies being tossed from our seats like rag dolls. The screeching and the glass shattering was deafening, I can feel those little glass penetrating on my skin. Then everything got quiet. We were upside down, Alyson unconscious. I tried to move but I felt pain coming from my neck and shoulder.

"Alyson!" I screamed. But she didn't respond. I started to cry as I tried to call her, blood was dripping from her nose and mouth. I tried to unbuckle myself when I felt the ground shake and the truck transforming, walking towards us but stopped a few feet and transformed back to its usual form. It looked familiar, that black truck looked familiar. I'm probably dying and seeing things.

I started to smell gas but that didn't take my eyes away from the vehicle. I saw a man running towards us really fast. He knelt down and I saw his lips move but I couldn't hear anything. I was too distracted by how he looked and what I just witnessed.

He had pitch black curly hair and white and black beard forming around his square jaw followed by a mustache. His eyes shining bright blue, is that humanly possible? His lips moving and I heard double, "Can you hear me?" He looked worried but mad at the same time. I couldn't react, I just turned to look at my sister and managed to place a hand on my sister's cheek.

"Help is coming." He announced and knew that walked away. I felt the loneliness taking over. That man cost our lives and he just left us here to die. I felt my eyes heavy and I tried to keep them open but it was impossible.

Lyrics: Paradise by Coldplay

Author's note: So I just want to let the readers know that yes, this story is cliché and often written by other authors (Referring to similar ideas). This story is nothing different but I try to make it entertaining. However, I do accept suggestions/advices and for that said, at the end of each chapter (For any chapter that has any reviews written) or the beginning for credits, I will let it be known!