~I am in the penthouse. It has been so long, over four years. I miss the place, I walk down the hall to my bedroom, and everything is like it was when I was last there. My cell phone is on my desk, so is my homework. The bed is unmade, like I just crawled out of it, but then, I never make my bed. On my bookshelf are all my stuffed animals; my favorites are a blue donkey my father gave me for my third birthday, and a large bunny that Bling gave me as a baby. I walk out of my room and into my mother's. It is black, the bedding, the curtains, but it makes it look elegant with the white walls. From her window, you can see the Space Needle, her favorite place. I walk across the hall to my father's room; his laptop sits open on his dresser, his cell phone and glasses on the nightstand, along with a book. I look at the book; it is the one he uses to write poetry in. He told me once it was a gift from his mother before she died. I open it up, there is an inscription on the inside, but I can't read it, it is blurry. I set the book on his bed and leave the room, walking down the hall to the living room, over to the stereo. I pick my father's favorite CD from the pile beside the stereo and put in on. Jean Sibilus' Valse Triste comes out of the speakers set around the room. I press a button on the stereo; I don't know what it is, though, because the word written on it is worn away. Listening to the music, I make my way into my father's office. There is a huge computer system set up there, I used to play games on it when I was a kid, I never knew what he used it for. I turn it on, but then leave because I here a noise in the other room. There is no one in the living room, so I continue onto the kitchen. No one is there, either. I must be hearing things. Looking around the kitchen, I see the vase that my mother kept on the table; she would refresh the flowers every week, but there are none in it now. I step over to the stove, there is a frying pan sitting on it, as well as a pot. I am hungry, so I look in the fridge. There is only a bottle of water, so I fill the pot, then look in the cupboards for something to cook. All I find are dishes and a box of cereal. I fill a bowl and eat a few spoonfuls, but it is to dry without milk, so I stop eating. The music from the other room is flowing around me, good thing the walls are soundproofed, or the neighbors might get bitchy. I hear a noise from the living room again, so I go to check it out. As soon as I step through the door from the kitchen to the living room, the music stops. Wait. I'm not in my living room; I'm in Bling's. He is sitting on the couch; something is in his hands. I step closer to him to see what it is; he is oblivious to my presence. It is a picture, of my parents and me. I remember that day; I was seven. Bling took the picture, so Mama and daddy let him have a copy of it. It was usually on the wall, along with about ten more pictures of me, he said it was so everyone could see his beautiful Goddaughter the second they stepped into the room. I notice something on the glass, it's wet. Then I realize Bling is crying. I turn and run out the living room door, hoping to go back to the penthouse, but I am not so lucky. Even though I ran through the door that leads to the kitchen, I end up in my bedroom. I sit on the bed and look around. None of my favorite things are here. My desk has a television on it, with a DVD player attached, Bling gave me those for my seventeenth and eighteenth birthdays, and my gift for my nineteenth was a laptop, which sits on a chair. When I left the penthouse four years ago, I brought nothing with me but what was in my suitcase for Canada. We were in such a rush that day all I had were clothes. I had forgotten my donkey. I stand up and walk over to my desk. Digging through one of the drawers, I find my old diary, I sit on the bed again and open it up. I stopped writing in it almost a month before I took off, I used to write whatever I remembered about that day, but when the nightmares stared getting worse, I couldn't bear to write them down. I open the book and look at the writing. I know what it says, but I am unable to read it because it is so blurry. It says 'September 2o36. McKenzie Guevara-Cale's trip to Canada' I take the book and throw it across the room; it hits the wall beside the window and slides to the floor. I hear someone running from the next room, it's Bling. I try to say his name as he stands in the door, but he doesn't hear me, as he steps into the room, it gets dark. I can't see anything. I take a step fore ward, but can't see where I am going. Taking another step, I run into something, almost falling. Suddenly, I'm in an airport, it's my father I ran into. He turns and smiles at me. I say something to him, but I can't hear my voice. His smile broadens and he points to one of the lines. My mother is at the front of the line, arguing with the guy behind the counter. I remember, we had problems with our tickets, and my mom tried to get it fixed, when the guy wouldn't comply, she got angry. 'But what happened next?' I wonder. Dad says something to me, I see his mouth move, but I don't hear anything. I nod and he moves away from me, making his way towards my mother. Looking around me, I see lots of people, there is a huge window behind me, I can see the planes, one of them has a maple leaf on the side, it is probably the one we are going to take to Canada. An excited feeling rushes over me. I can suddenly hear again, I hear people talking, loudspeakers announcing flights, the drone of a plane taking off. I turn, looking around some more, and I see Bling and mom's friend Cindy coming towards me. Cindy's arms are outstretched; she pulls me into a hug. Bling asks me something, but I can't make it out, it's garbled. Somehow, I understand, and point to my parents. He goes over to them, talks for a few minutes, and then walks back to Cindy and me. He picks up two of the suitcases at my feet, Cindy grabs another and I pick up our carry on bags, we are going to the terminal to wait for my parents. Bling and Cindy help me check in our luggage, then we go to the terminal with the carry-on luggage, I give them one last hug, and then go through the metal detector. The terminal is really just a large glassed-in waiting room, so I sit in a seat by the glass wall and Cindy and I make faces at each other while Bling goes to find my mom and dad to show them where the terminal is. It's not hard to find, but he thinks they may get lost because the airport is crowded today. I have a really weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I see Bling walking back to us; he taps Cindy on the shoulder, startling her. She turns her back to me and they talk a few minutes, but I can't hear what they are saying because of the glass between us. Where are my parents? Bling leaves again with a worried look on his face, Cindy turns back to face me again, she has a huge fake grin on her face. Whatever she's hiding, I ain't buying it. Suddenly, the glass between us shatters, Cindy dives towards me and we both land on the floor hard, but I hit my head on a chair going down. I hear gunshots in the distance, from over near he ticket counters. "Surely Mama and Daddy have gotten out of there by now," I think, "but where's Bling?" then I black out.~