The Things You Can't See

Part 1

Introduction

A raspy voice woke me up from my deep sleep, I kept my eyes closed, afraid of what I might see. The voice was a horrible whisper in a language I didn't recognize, almost as if the speaker was choking. There was a reply with almost the same amount of rasp and growl as the first. I clenched my fists under my sheets and prepared for a fight.

Suddenly I felt a small hand on my leg over my blanket and my eyes shot wide open. I catapulted up frantically, looking around in the dark searching for intruders. The room was empty. I switched on my bed side lamp and got out of bed. Could I have just imagined it? I felt the hand on my leg. I shook my head and looked around my bedroom, inspecting it closely. Everything seems to be in its place. I put my hand on my forehead and closed my eyes.

Everything was quiet for a few moments while I tried to process my thoughts. I listened closely for footsteps or anything that would give away an intruder. The closet clicked shut and I shot my head up. Had my closet even been open? I picked my baseball bat up from underneath my bed and crossed the room silently; holding the bat defensively and ready to swing it at whoever was in there. I opened the door quickly and braced myself for anything. I was met with more silence and a closet full of clothes and old keep sakes.

I bit my lip in anger and shut the doors quickly. I knew I had heard something. After placing my make-shift weapon back under my, I crawled back underneath the covers and closed my eyes tight. I slept with the light on for the rest of the night.

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The Morning After

I woke up several hours later to the sound of birds chirping happily outside my window. Light streamed into my small bedroom, lighting everything up with a cheery glow. The events of last night seemed so long ago. I stood up and walked across the room, feeling the smooth hard wood of the floor beneath me. I looked in my mirror and fixed my thick brown hair. My reflection always made me laugh a little bit when I looked at it. I had pale skin with a few freckles spread across my cheeks, and I had bright green eyes, mixed with thick brown hair. I look so different from anyone I had ever met, even my mom.

I tugged off my wrinkled night shirt and pulled on an old grey crew neck over my head and put on an old faded pair of blue jean shorts. My crew neck was covered in paint stains, which made me smile to myself.

I walked down the stairs and was met only by the quiet bubbling of our old fish tank. My mom worked a lot and was rarely home so it was just me Charlie the gold fish, and my cat Lucifer. I tapped the old fish tank as I walked into the rustic looking kitchen. A bloated little goldfish swam out from inside one of those little mock caves you buy your pets so that they won't be so bored, which is useless because fish are always bored. I picked up the small can of fish food and sprinkled it across the top of the water. He quickly swam up and began eating to food as if he hadn't been eating the same kind twice a day for the last ten years. Gold fish aren't even supposed to live that long. I won him at a fair when I was six and my mother agreed to let me keep him because she assumed he would die soon enough, but he didn't.

"Calm down buddy, or you'll get sick" I said to my pet. I really was worried that he would get sick and die on me. I turned away from Charlie and walked to the refrigerator pulling out an almost empty jug of milk. When I turned around I nearly dropped it because Lucifer (A/N I know its spelled wrong but it's supposed to be a pun) was stretched across the counter looking rather pleased with himself. His black fur shining in the sun that was streaming through the large window above the sink.

"Mom doesn't like it when you lay on the counter" I said to him, nudging him with my elbow. I took out the things needed to make a bowl of cereal while Lucifer watched me intently. His eyes were a bright green, close to what mine were. I poured a bowl of artificially rainbow chunks (that wasn't actually the name of it, but that's what it was) and sat down on one of the wooden stools at the island.