This is a story I’ve just recently started working on. It is about a girl, Sarah, who is taken to this eutopia. For experiments. It’s very short right now, though.

Chapter One

“Shh,” My mother whispered as I asked her where we were going. We were on a boat in the middle of the ocean. It was night time and the stars shone brightly on the sky, twinkling like the diamonds on my mother’s necklace. The one the men ripped off her neck when they showed up at our house tonight. They took us into a van, holding mothers arms behind her back. One of them carrying me.

I stared out at the sea once more. There was mist and fog blocking my view. Then the fog parted. And right in front of me was a large steel box. Not like jewelry box, or even refrigerator box, sized. This one was… I dunno, maybe the size of a city. I mean, it was huge, and totally not hard to miss. But then, a second later, it was gone. And I was pretty sure I wasn’t hallucinating. Then my mom pulled my head down and put a finger to her lips. She rested her head and pretended to sleep. I rested my head too. My eyes shut softly and I heard padded footsteps passed us as we “slept”.

I looked up once the footsteps had stopped. And everyone who was sitting near us awake was asleep. Really sleeping. Not fake sleeping. I shook my mom’s arm and nodded towards the sleeping people. Because two minutes before they were wide awake. Not even looking tired. I closed my eyes again, I heard people coming.

“We’ve gotten all these people,” A tall man with dark glasses and a strong figure nodded towards us. “Wait, that one, the one with the little girl.”

“The one in the black dress?” Another man said.

“Yeah, I just saw her moving,”

“Okay, take one out,” The tall man grabbed a ring off his finger and put it in my mother’s neck. My mom gasped then her head fell limply. I kept my eyes half closed so they wouldn’t see I was awake.

The sharp beeping of my alarm clock woke me up. I had had a nightmare. Well, more of a memory than anything. It was the night my mother and I had been abducted. It was four years ago, when I was eleven. I was the only one who remembered the event. I mentioned it to my mother that night when we had reached Insulanox, our home, but she said she didn’t know what I was talking about. The people who got their told us we had always lived here on Insulanox.

The beeping continued.

“Krystabelle! Shut that off!” My mother yelled from the kitchen. “The authorities might come and punish us.”
I sighed. What a threat, I thought. I got up and touched the sleep button on my alarm clock. My mom was clueless. She really didn’t know anything, the first night we arrived here she didn’t know her own name. They had said “We’re glad to have you back, Yedda.” They had even called me Krystabelle. My real name was Sarah.