I watched my parents get kidnapped as I hid in the closet behind a wall dresser. There was this man. He was really tall. He wore a cloak dark enough that I couldn't even see his eyes. Everything happened so fast. By the time he realized I was there, it was too late for him to get to me. He seriously jumped through a hole in my wall. There were these writings on the wall. Next thing I knew it opened up and Bam a hole in my wall. I tried to get to them but the door would not open for me. By the time the door opened. The hole in the wall had disappeared and the writings were barely noticable. I was able to see some parts of the man. He has these tattoos on his hands and feet. Only I'm not sure they were tattoos. More like shimmery diamonds. When I looked at his hands. I swear it looked like he was holding diamonds or something beautifully crafted like one. Sometimes when I close my eyes I feel as though I can see it clearly. Only when I open my eyes to draw it. Well it just disappears. The doctor says I'm hallucinating. Says I'm imagining these things to help cope with being abandoned or avoidance of my parents disappearance. Maybe it's my mind trying to help me since my parents might have gotten hurt or killed on their way back from their trip. It makes no sense to me. They did not die on a plane. They did not get hurt and miss their plane. They were taken from me and there's no one here that believes me. I know what I saw and I saw what happened to them. My parents came home and they got kidnapped. "Don't be ridiculous, Don't give up hope either. If they are alive, they will find their way back to you. Or they won't." Is always what I'm told. The state is always saying they are still looking. Which doesn't give me much hope. I mean we have so many missing persons listed everywhere. My parents are just another picture with a name on a wall to them. I don't know. I am just so confused about how everything happened. The police say they checked the airlines and they haven't been scheduled for flights in over five years. So there is no records of them going anywhere in the last few years. So where have they been going and how are they getting there? They have brought so many things home from all around the world. My folks were scientist and were into archeology. They were always traveling to dig sites. I have pictures of them. Why and how could I imagine all these things? Like the magical parties. Everyone was always in costume. The entertainers were always so beautiful and handsome. These parties would last for hours at a time. My doctor says to stop creating fantasies of my past. Says he knows my parents very well. Says he knew them for most of his life and my parents did not throw parties. Aside from my birthday parties and even then the parties were always simple. I find this very hard to believe. I know just about everyone my parents knew. I didn't know of him until he became my doctor a few years ago. Since he's the only doctor in town that does house calls. We would only ever see him if I were sick. Then again my family had a lot of secrets. I don't even know where we are originally from. My parents have a lot of places in the house I'm not allowed to go near. There's even this one book I'm not allowed by ever. They keep it locked up in the basement. There's a bunch of things I'm not allowed to go near. All of those things are locked in the basement. Who knows what else they are hiding from me. What else are they hiding from me, my doctor and everyone else? I mean we had all those parties and he didn't even know about them. I have so many questions to ask my parents. Questions that won't be answered until I find my parents. Oh how I wish they were here with me sometimes. Life can get so hectic. I don't have anyone really. I mean anyone that I can turn to and talk openly with. There are times I feel as if I have gone completely insane. Then again sometimes I feel completely normal, so normal I might actually be normal. I wonder if it's just because I'm getting older. My fosters say it could be my hormones, depression or I might just be imbalanced. Whatever that means. All I really know is that I must find my parents.