Home Alone... I Think

Chapter 2: Not Alone

I could not see the face of the stranger who just entered the room. They wore a black hoodie and a pair off dark jeans. Then they yelled in a loud, gruff, familiar voice "So, so, you are awake". By then I was able to tell that the stranger was a man based on his voice. Before I could speak, he yelled "What do you know, I know that you are smart enough to know what happened." "I don't remember anything" I said. So he told me "stop lying little girl. I am older, wiser and stronger." I got up and tried to run, but the man grabbed the arm of the straight jacket I was wearing. I tried kicking him but he just laughed and called me weak. So I bit him, not the most mature thing to do, but at least I got away. I kicked open the back door and ran for my life, and then I realized that I was still wearing a straight jacket. The straight jacket was white and a little big on me, so somehow I was able to wiggle out of it. That's, when I saw a little bike. I was a little big for it but it would not matter, I just need to make a plan, and some good night sleep. I saw several houses, a couple abandoned, but they would be obvious hiding spots. That's when I found an old dirt road, I would be harder to find if I was not on the highway, so I turned on to the dirt road. I had to have road up the road a mile when I spotted an abandoned house. I parked the bike and ran inside. It was dusty, and smelt like mold, which I quickly found as a reasonable scent with black mold all over the floorboards. I decided to stay here for the night, as I wondered what my real house looked like, or if I was homeless, and who I was.