What is my sole purpose? Well, I was raised as any normal child would have been. A loving family, great friends, and in a rural town. It was a calm life, until those things, those hideous monsters took everything I cared about; and even a bit of who I was inside. I remember that night vividly. The bright blooming moon with its soft white light trickling through my window, I remember getting into bed while thinking about how much beauty the moon held. My folks were downstairs, watching the same show they always watched before turning in for the night. I drifted off thinking about how I should spend the next day. Peacefully drifting off, I was brought back by loud bangs on my front door. The bangs rang throughout my quiet little home, sending a shiver down the home's structure. Who or what could need anything this urgently at night? I left my room, slowly walking downstairs to see my mother quiet and still, the front door gaping open as the breeze of the cool night crept in. She noticed me and gave me the hush symbol, my heart began to race, for I knew she wasn’t pulling one of her little jokes. I tiptoed over to whisper, “Where’s Dad?” She opened her mouth but before a sound could even exit, we heard my father yelling for us. I grew wide eyed; I needed to help him. I began to move towards the yells, but my mother grabbed my collar and pulled me back. She covered my mouth as she urgently whispered, “Lucas, hurry and hide in your room, don’t make a sound and don’t leave until the exterminators find you, not even if I call you.” I looked at my mother's face remembering what I saw, an emotion I didn’t recognize at the time. Fear in its purest form. I began to run up the stairs, not even turning back to see what had happened to my family. I couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. My father was gone and my mother just told me to hide so I did. Having stuffed myself into my closet, I let silent tears fall as I tried not to picture what inhumanities must be happening downstairs. I tried to stay silent, as to not let it know where I was and to not end up having the same fate as my family. That’s when a thought had passed, a horrible one. Even if it may have been for a split second, it’s enough to disgust me every time I remember it. What if I just let them take me? Then I can be with my family again. I snapped myself out of it, for I knew that I would regret not fighting to live. Soon everything grew silent. I peeked through a slit in my closet, seeing the still moonlight hitting the wooden floors of my room. I held my breath to get a better listen to my surroundings, catching the sound of creaking being emitted from the stairs. My breath staggered; how did it know I was still here? The door handle twists and opens. I see my mother once again. “Everything is okay now; you can come out.” Relieved, I opened my closet to let myself out. I ran towards her to give her a hug. She reciprocated. I asked where father was, and she replied that he went out to look for the beast. I smiled for a little while, letting my body process everything. Then my heart dropped. Why is her skin cold to the touch? How could I be such an idiot? I nervously whimpered, “Mom, what’s my name?” A short silence makes its presence. “Sorry, they are gone. I thought I could fool you too.” At that moment I felt as if gravity had been turned up by millions. I pushed my “mother” away and bolted towards the door. I reached the doorway, almost reaching freedom, when she grabbed me by my ankle, pulling me towards her. I clung on to the only glimmer of life I believed I had left, kicking and squirming with all my strength to escape, I wanted to live. I wouldn't let myself be taken, but it was no use. She pulled me off and wrapped her cold hands around my neck. Staring into my soul while smiling, she kept tightening her grip.” Sorry young one, I just really enjoy this. I didn’t want to, but I just couldn’t help myself.” I tried to smack her off but to no avail, being 14 I had no strength. Soon everything became blurry and inaudible. Then I heard a muffled scream, a horrible screech of pain. People stood over top of me, I couldn’t make out their faces, I tried to stay conscious, but I couldn’t. Drifting off I hoped I could awake once more.