For As Long As I Can Remember

3.1

Did he forget to lock it....or... Did he actually trust me not try and escape this time?

Even if I did attempt it, I wouldn't get very far. With my limping leg, Keith (or anyone for that matter) would just as easily catch me.
If I'm lucky, I won't get shot. I winced at the thought. 

I looked at the white bandage on my thigh. It hurt whenever I brought my knees up. I got up from the bed and looked out the window.
Sky was dark with so few stars. I swayed my hair behind my ear.
I sat by the window pane on the floor on top on pillows. All I did was stare outside for the next hour. A lot of thoughts came rushing though my head. 

*_five hours later. 11.58pm_*

The house was quiet. Normally I'd hear them in different hallways talking, but I guess everyone was asleep. I got out of bed and slightly opened the door. I popped my head out to check, then I got out and tried to find my way around the house. 
I don't how many floors down I was, but i knew it was a long way up back to that room. I walked pass another kitchen, I think I've passed like...four kitchens now, all themed in a different way.  I walked down a narrow passage way and saw an elevator at the end of it.

My curiosity got the best of me. I hopped into the elevator and looked at the buttons.
Strange.
There were only two buttons with the words _UP_ and _DOWN_.
The _UP_ button was lit so pressed the other one. The doors closed and for a minute, I felt a bit light headed.

When the doors finally opened, I walked into another passage way. Much more smaller. And at the end of it was a door. As I walked, the lights automatically lit up.

I twisted the door know and entered an enormous room. It was gun shooting range. On my right were counters, each divided into sectors by a tall glass wall...kind looked like posts.  I walked in and stood at one of the posts and looked ahead of me at the arena. Within a distance there  were targets boards. Each with a drawing of a human (from their heads to their thighs). 
_Target practice_ , I thought.

I looked at my counter I was aligned with and saw a drawer. I opened it a saw goggles headphones.  "Cool", I said to myself.  I had a momentary flashback of my dad. Way back when I was fifteen. He had taken me to a place just like this. That was the last time I ever held a gun. Also the last time I saw my dad. 

I wore the goggles and put on the headphones. It was so quiet. You'd think you're saying your thoughts aloud. 

" That's 'cause you are."

I was frightened to see Amber. Wearing a black denim short that almost looked like mines, with a red tank top she had her arms folded.  She looked angry. For some reason, she always is. 
I gasped as I took off the headphones.

"What are you doing here. This is a private shooting range. How did you even find it!?"

She was closing in on me.  Her red streaked hair totally went along with the anger in her eyes.

"I wasn't trying to escape....", I said as she cut me off.

" Then what were you doing?" She tried to whisper but the force in her voice didn't allow it.

"Amber please. I was just looking around", I looked at her straight in the eye.
For a while she just stared at me with her brown eyes. Her expression faltered. Seemed as if she was calming down.

She sighed as she backed away from me. " Okay. Go ahead." She gestured me to choose a gun that hung from the wall.

I wasn't really familiar with guns but I took the one famously known as an automatic hand gun.
I stood back at my post and aimed at the target. I looked at Amber and she gave a light nod. I brought my focus back to the target and fired twice. The sound of the gunfire was loud. But I didn't hear it as much as Amber since I was wearing the headphones. I hoped it didn't wake anyone up though.

Amber came closer to me and looked at the target I'd hit. "Not bad. Amateur shot." I looked at the target, it only had one gunshot hole.