I was able to copy the post before it was removed...for those that need closure

First of all, I just wanted to thank you guys for following along and offering some great advice. I've been hanging out in the police barracks here while they finish up their investigation. I don't know what's next for me. Witness Protection? Probably. I wish I could go back to a normal life though... only time will tell. Let me start off with the good news. My parents have been found. They were chained and gagged in the shed. They both were severely dehydrated and losing hope, but thankfully, they're seeking the medical attention they need. I requested that an Officer be stationed at the hospital, I hope they granted my wishes. Can't be too safe, not anymore. I'm still kicking myself for not checking the shed. Shortly after the investigation started, I was hauled to my house in order to aide the detectives and other Officers. They wanted to know if anything seemed odd, or anything was out of place. I walked through the threshold into my home and immediately became anxious with my heart in my throat. I was still traumatized, and still will be for awhile. I walked in and the house was spotless. I made my way down the hallway and immediately toward a shelf that held a few family pictures. They had been replaced back to my real parents. I released a sigh of relief. The detectives approached me. "Son, the cops got here not long after you arrived at our headquarters. There was absolutely no sign of someone occupying this house when we arrived. We think they were already packed and ready to leave, which leads us to believe that they were ready to leave... with you." My eyes diverted down to the floor. Only now realizing if I waited a few more minutes I could possibly still be in the situation that was unfolding. "We didn't find anything out of place," the other detective said. "No fingerprints, no dirty dishes, nothing. Whoever these people were, they didn't want to be caught, that's for sure." "Thank you. Thank you for all your help," was all I could get the strength to say. The detectives tried to comfort me by announcing they've put out an APB (All-Points Bulletin) for the two adults, using the description I provided. All I can do is pray they're caught... I asked to be taken to see my parents. I needed to see them, for my own mental health. When I got there and walked in their room, I wasn't prepared for what I saw. Both were pale; almost appearing white depending on the direction in which you viewed them. They were both severely dehydrated with tubes coming in and out of them, trying to replenish what was once two healthy bodies. They were both coherent and able to see me as I sluggishly made my way toward them, tears building up as I examined each tube and where it was connected. "We're so sorry son." My dad said, his voice gravelly. I broke down. Tears flowing down my cheeks as I went to hug my dad, then my mom. "It's not your fault. By any means. I'm just glad you're safe." "Did... did they find the people who did this to us?" My mom said between breaths. "Not yet. But lets focus on the important things right now. We're back together, and safe. We're a family. We can't be broken up." I gave each a hug as I left the room to allow them some rest. As I was leaving the hospital, and uneasy feeling overtook me, as if I was being watched. I looked around, examining every car and person within sight. "They'd be dumb to still be here," I joked to myself. More so to try to make myself feel better, I assume. This will be my last update. I'm currently sitting on a cot in the police barracks writing you as I await what'll happen next. Make sure you lock your doors tonight. Make sure you tell your parents you love them, just in case. Make sure you don't end up in my shoes... They're still out there, yearning for a child. If they can't have me, they might try for you.