The Screen That Separates Us (Markipkier x Tabathie)

Chapter 13

I stood up quickly to find my windows smashed and glass all over my room. All my valuables were gone, like my jewelry, and my laptop. As I slipped on some slippers, I walked to my recording room, and tested the door.

It was locked, thankfully.

I pulled the key out of my pocket and unlocked it, seeing all that stuff in tact. I pushed the door closed and locked the door again, slipping the key back into my pocket.

As I made my way downstairs, I see that my TV is gone, along with all my food and cooking utensils. All the furniture was gone as well.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called 911. After a few rings the operator picked up.

"911, what's your emergency?" The operator said to me.

"Hi, I'd like to report a break-in." I reply.

"Alright, was anything stolen?" I ear a rustle of papers.

"Yes." I say before listing everything off.

"Okay Ma'am. Do you have anywhere else that you can go?" The operator asks.

"Yes." I say, seeing as my friend Naima only lives a couple of hours away from me.

"Alright. Give me your address and A squad will be there right away. Are you hurt in any way?"

"No. I think I'n alright."

"Okay Ma'am. Do you know if anyone is still there?"

"No." I reply.

"Alright I want you to go into a room with a lock, and stay in there. I'll send a squad out and they will give you a passcode, so you can safely open the door." The operator lady said.

"Okay." I say. "What will the passcode be?"

"Give me something."

"Um... How about... 'These are not the droids you are looking for?' Would that work?" I ask.

"Perfect." The operator says. "The police will be there shortly, get to that room."

"Alright." I make my way up to the recording room, unlock it, get inside, and lock it again. "I'm inside the room."

"Okay. I'm going to let you go. Try not to make too much noise, and when the police come make sure that they say the passcode correctly and open the door. Alright?"

"Okay."

She hung up and I turn off my ringer for my phone before texting Mark. It may be 4:00 in the morning there, but I figure if I die, he should know.

Hey Mark. Um... So apparently someone broke into my house last night and stole all my stuff. I figure if you find out I died, you should know why.

I send it and then feel my phone vibrate. It was Mark.

M: Are you okay? What happened?

Mark, I'll be fine. I'm locked in my recording room right now. I dunno what happened but I just woke up and found that I was on the floor and the windows were shattered.

As I thought more about this, I could feel tears prick my eyes and I started hyperventilating. Mark was still typing out a reply before I started to type something else.

Mark! What do I do? I... I don't have any place to stay. I don't have anything here. I don't have money. Mark... What should I do? I can't rent out a hotel, because I don't think they'd allow my recording equipment there, and I don't want to leave it here for the police to investigate. What if someone is still here? What if they were trying to kill me? Mark......... Why did this happen to me? What did I do? I thought I was being good. Why did this happen to me?