I wake up from my sleep. The best sleep I’ve had in days. I wonder how I slept well, and then I remember that my child has his first day in first grade.

OH SHOOT! I have to pick him up! I quickly get dressed, and get into the car. Jammed the key on the key hole and drove away.

I finally get to school. Just in time. My son Tristan gets in the car happily. “Hey, bud, how was school?” I ask. “AMAZING! I made so many friends and we had an adventure at recess!” He replied excitedly.

“Oh, really? What kind of adventure?” I ask again. “We found treasure.” He says confidently. “Ooo sounds exciting. What did you find?” I ask curiously.

He takes an object out of his backpack. It seems to be an overly decorated stick. I didn’t know what to say. “Is that a stick? It’s a very cool stick.” I say. “No, mommy, it’s a magic wand!” He says smiling. I wanted to tell him wands weren’t real, but I didn’t want to burst his bubble.

He frowned and said, “You don’t believe me, do you?” The question took me by surprise. I didn’t know how to reply. “I- no no I believe you! In fact, we can try it in the park, okay?” I say hoping that made him feel better.

His face lit up. “Can we have ice cream too?” He asked excitedly. “Sure, bud.” I reply.

We get ice cream, and head to the park. Tristan got out of the car excitedly, and waved the “wand” all around. Sparks came shooting out of it. “Look, mommy! Magic is real!” He yelled.

I couldn’t believe it. It was actually real. Everyone in the park was as confused as I was. Suddenly, the wand makes Tristan fly around. All the kids in the park were awestruck.

“Tristan, that’s great honey, but you gotta come down right now.” I called. “But mooooom we just got here!” He yells from above. “Tristan, we have to go.” I say firmly. “Okay…” he says sadly.

He slowly floats down. We hop into the car, and I start driving. I was scared. Really scared. “Tristan you will not use that wand in public, okay?” I say. “What? Why? You saw how cool I looked.” He replies.

“Yes, buddy, you were really cool, but you can’t do magic in public. People will get scared.” I say. “Oh… okay..” he says.

It’s now midnight. Tristan was fast asleep. I, on the other hand, wasn’t. I looked through my phone to try and forget about what happened. That definitely didn’t calm me down because there were pictures of Tristan flying all over social media.

I was even more stressed now, but then I heard a scream that snapped me out of my thoughts. It was Tristan. I sprint to his room and spot a man wearing a black mask and all black clothes.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY SON!” I yelled. “Oh, I’m afraid I can’t do that ma’am. Your son stole something that belongs to me, and now you both have to pay.” He says.

He throws a dart at me, and everything goes black. The last thing I heard was the man saying, “Sweet dreams.”

I wake up tied to a chair. I feel a little woozy. What was happening again..? Oh, yeah, my son was kidnapped. OH MY GOD RIGHT MY SON WAS KIDNAPPED. I totally forgot about that.

“Tristan! Buddy, where are you?” I called. “Up already, Kate? I should use more powerful darts next time.” Says the man.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask. “Look, I’m not going to tell you my plan. I’m just going to sum it up quickly, and kill you okay? I’m in a rush.” He says.

“Why are you in a rush?” I ask. “Don’t see how that’s any of your business, but since you’re dying then sure why not? If you MUST know, I’m having dinner with the boys.” He says proudly. “At three in the morning?” I ask.

“Yeah, got a problem with that? God, victims are so judgmental these days.” He says as he rolls his eyes. Tristan wakes up in a chair next to me that I hadn’t noticed before.

“Tristan! Are you okay?” I say. “I think so… where are we..?” He asks in a drowsy voice. “I can‘t wait any more.” Says the man, and shoots us both.

Then everything went black….