I took in deep breaths, but nothing could calm me down at this point. They were just gone.
  Poof
  Out of no where, they were just gone. They couldn't be dead.
  No.
  That's impossible.I saw them this morning. I waved them goodbye this morning. I said goodbye. Who would have known that goodbye would be my very last. 
  It won't be.
  I will find that cruel monster who took them away. I am not losing another fami-
  Let's not talk about that.
  I sat down on the white, cushioned couch. I sprang into tears, had it need to be my family? What did I ever do?
  I wanted to sleep, but I had no time. I could not sleep when my family could be on the very brink of death.
  I took my bag. I stole a furtive glance at my bike, thinking whether I should have taken it instead of running, but there was no time to turn back now. The police station, why had it have to be so far away?
  I looked up. Alas, I reached the bright blue police station. Many armed men were positioned at the front and back of the gate. I dashed in.
  I may have looked like a mad man, but who cares right now. I ran towards a counter, trying as hard as I could to not faint. The officer looked at me with a hint of suspicion.
  "What do you need?" He asked sternly.                                        

  "I need a detective. Stat."
  A tall man with black hair came out, I told him what he needed to know. He looked at me as if having a poker face. It was like something like this already happened several times, and I was the next victim.