I roll my eyes as I get out of bed. Today is the day I go and live with another family. Honestly it was my choice to do so but still.

I walk over to the gratified bathroom to get ready for the day. As usual I take 10 minutes to get ready. I don't know how people take like three hours to get ready. It really shouldn't take that long. Right?

I walk out of the shared bedroom and see three girls giggling to each other. I roll my eyes at their childish antics and kept walking until I saw the evil witch herself. Wait... did I say evil witch, sorry. I actually meant foster home mother. My bad.

Once she see me her malicious smirk appeared on her face daring me to come closer to her. I slow down my pace as I head towards her, dreading what is going to come.

"Evie dear? Why don't you come say hello to your new foster mother and father, Mr and Mrs Phillips. They were looking for someone who is seventeen because they like to do something different to everyone else and not take a child." She sounded so innocent until she spat the word child out like it was poison.

I smile as politely as I can as I greet a couple wanting to take me in. I don't know how much I believe the witch though. No one wants a seventeen year old but I am moving in with them today. If I don't like it there I can always run away.

As I step out of the foster home I see an old, rusty 1988 Toyota Hilux sitting paitentally on the street. I look around to see if there is any other possible car that this couple would drive but nothing. I slowly walked behind my new 'family' as we approach the death trap these people call a car. Mr Phillips opens the back car door for me. I place my minimal belongings on the furthermost seat as I sat on the torn up window seat. As soon as I sat on the chair Mr. Phillips slams the door shut, whilst giving me a sickly sweet smile. I turn to see Mrs. Phillips smacking her cherry red lipstick on whilst staring at me with her chocolate brown eyes, like I am her prey.

I forced a smile on my face, trying not to show my unsettling fear.

We start to speed off down the street as my new foster 'parents' laugh like maniacs. I shuffle around in my seat so uncomfortable by their evil laughter.

I slowly turn my head to see if I could find out how to escape.

*click*

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Naughty girl? You can't escape. You are precious to us." Mr. Phillips sickly spoke.

Mrs. Phillips turned her body to face me and grab my face with her ice cold fingers. "Yes, very precious." She started to dig her long, claw like black nails in my cheeks as she smiles evilly at me.

I leaned back up against the car seat with a look of defeat written across my face. I look at my lap, twiddling my thumbs. We drove in an awkward silence as the city buildings soon started to turn into occasional run down houses and trees. My fear quickly turned into a rush of anxiety. My breathing became uneven as we went further and further out away from everyone. I slowly look up to see Mrs. Phillips eyeing me in a creepy way. She slowly turns her head to her husband as she starts to giggle uncontrollably. I squirm in my seat as he starts laughing with her hauntingly.

Mr. Phillips clears his throat and again we were sitting in a silent car.

Every second we were sitting in silence, my fear and anxiety grew. I started to look around the car again just to see if I could gather any information as to where I was going.

"Sweetie? What are you looking for?" My head snaps up her venomous voice. My eyes go wide as she shoves a cloth against my mouth and nose making it impossible for my to breathe.

Slowly but surely everything goes into a back hole of darkness.

Author's Note:
If I can get 10 votes and 25 reads in a month, I will give shutouts to my most active readers.