You dream. You don't remember what dreaming feels like, don't know what you use to dream about. But you know it's a dream. You're young, probably 5 or 6. You're in the back seat of a car. A woman is buckling you into your car seat. She smiles at you but you can tell there's something wrong, she has that look in her eyes. You don't recognize her, but somehow you know she's your mother. As if to confirm your suspicions, the younger you says, "What's wrong, Mommy?"
"Nothing, dear," her voice catches in her throat and her eyes start to tear up.
"Where are we going?" you ask.
"It's a surprise."
Anything that was bothering you has left your mind as eagerness fills your thoughts as it does any child at the mention of a surprise.
You flash to a few minutes later. The car pulls over in front of a tall building. Your mom unbuckles you and leads you through the spinning front doors. You giggle as you go through and your mother smiles at you but her eyes are incredibly sad, tears threaten to spill over. She leaves you to play and goes up to the big desk in the middle of the room. You look and see her talking to a man at the desk. He hands her a clipboard and points to a chair. Your mom sits and starts to fill in whatever forms she has. By now she is silently crying. She holds a handkerchief to her face to wipe away any tears before they hit the paper. You go back to playing, you would have comforted your mother but you know she'll only turn it away and say that everything's fine. She finishes the paperwork and goes back to the desk. The man takes the clipboard and presses a button. He speaks into a microphone and two men come out of a side door. One of them has armour and a gun. He stands off to the side. The other one has all white on. A white shirt, white suit, white socks, and even his shoes were white enough that the lights reflected off of them and would blind you if you looked at them for too long.
He goes to your mother and starts speaking to her. She openly weeps and points at you, the man now comes over to you.
"Hello, Y/N," he says with a little bit of an Irish accent.
"That's not my name," you say.
"It is now." He grabs your arm and starts to pull you away. You scream and start attacking him. He ignores you and hands you to the guard. You call for your mom but she doesn't do anything. She collapses to the floor and is sobbing. You get loose from the guard and run back. The doors you had come from are now closed you push and pull against them but they won't budge. The guard picks you up, throws you over his shoulder and starts to walk away. You beat against him and cry, you scream for your mom. Then everything fades to black again. You realize that the dream is over.