Hold My Heart

Chapter 2

Someone's here. I hurdle over to my dresser where my knife is hiding. Not a second to think before I hear another bang out in the living room area. My heart is racing out of my mouth and I can feel my pulse beating through my finger tips. I grip the knife a little bit harder, I didn't think it was possible. I sink down the wall careful not to make any noises but I'm shaking and my breath is stuttered. I can hear my heart beating as fast as a rocket when I hear loud footsteps.

Whoever it was knows that they are heard and obviously doesn't care. I try to text my dad but my hands are shaking so bad so all I could get out was a short simple message.

"Break in help"

I was an idiot and forgot to run my ringer off so when the message sent my phone let out a small bleep noise signifying that it sent through all the way. My heart dropped at that moment and all I could think to do was shut my eyes. I quickly recovered from my moment of freezing and decided to try and slide under my dresser in the foot of space between the floor. My body was shaking so bad and my adrenaline was pulsing through every muscle and bone in my body.

When I was under the dresser, I wasn't surprised, I was only about 5 feet and 5 inches tall. I pushed my back up against the wall and tucked my feet in as close as they could against my butt. I gripped the handle of the knife even harder after the sliding against the carpet gave a little noise. I had my phone right next to me and checked it again and saw that my dad had seen my message. I was the tiniest bit relieved that someone was on their way. I tried not to breath in order to not make-

My feet were grabbed from the side of the dresser. My heart stopped beating and all I could think about was staying completely still until they dragged me all the way out so I could start slashing around with my knife. I was a bit early in the slashing and knocked my head in the bottom of the dresser but started hacking at the culprit.

My eyes were closed when my hand started going wild on whoever was grabbing me. I felt my knife connect with whoever it was and by the way they were grabbing me, I could assume it was their stomach. I heard them howl in pain like a dog. And other set of hands grabbed my shoulders from behind and my heart again stopped, I realized I was outnumbered. I kicked my legs, which were free from the grasp of the downed man, backwards behind the neck of the second culprit.

All the days of training with my dad had actually come in handy. I pushed forward with my thigh until the man hit the ground. I took that moment of weakness from him to use my knife and stab him right in the weak spot on his throat.

Slicing is only in the movies. Right here, no noise, no mess.

I could hear my dads voice teaching me how to protect myself in a moment of danger. I didn't think, I did. I got up quickly, high in adrenaline when another wave of men came in. I noticed that they all had guns and were pointing them all at me. I felt a lump in my throat and knew that I was going to die.

Right here. Right now. I didn't even get to wear my new shoes yet.

Seriously? That's what I was thinking about? I'm about to die and all I could think about was my shoes. I didn't do anything until they came forward and started to grab at me.

I totally forgot everything that my dad had taught and was flailing my arms like a complete maniac with a knife on my hands on the floor of my hotel bedroom. I don't know how many people I got with my knife, but obviously not enough because within a few seconds, I was hit with something hard and that's when I blacked out.

I wake up facing a video camera and see the red light flashing. Why was I here? Did I sleep walk? And all of a sudden I feel the sharp terrible pain ripping through my head. The pain sweeping behind my eyes. I try and put a hand up to my head and realize that I'm tied down. Then it all hit me. The break in, the knife. Oh my god. I killed someone.