The FarmGirl's Heart Was Robbed?

R°bbed:ChapterOne

It is pitch black right now. I can't see a thing. Not even the light shining from the moon, or stars. It's like we're in the middle of nowhere.

Those are the thoughts that occur every night when I get awoken in the middle of my sleep. Every night I have the same nightmare on repeat. When will this end. I wonder what it could be like to see the moon again. Is it beautiful? Or is it mysterious?

My mother had the same answer to my question "I have no clue, for as long as I can remember I have never seen God's nightlight." then she would get back to her hour nap until dinner.

My Father never believed that the moon and stars would come back. He kept to himself most of the time. He isn't a very social person, but then again he never was to begin with. Then my mother would start coughing her lungs out and he would rush to her side with her medicine. Why did my brother have to leave us?

So as I sit here freezing my butt off, on the cold shingles of the roof, I ask myself "What if my life was different? What if I wasn't even born? My life never changes."

The sun is here, so why not the moon and stars. I have this quote that hangs above my window "The Moon dies every night just so the Sun can shine brighter than the day before" now I'm thinking of changing it, the quote should be the other way around. The Sun should die for the Moon.

I decided to go back into my bedroom, I stand up giving the sky one more look, before walking slowly to my window. I pull out the shirt that I placed at the bottom of the sill, to keep it from closing shut all the way, and push the window out more to climb in. When I step down off the window seat I turn back around to close the window not bothering to lock it, because I knew I would be going back outside. I set down the shirt on the window seat and walk over to my nightstand.

I grab my empty cup and head across the room to open my bedroom door. Peaking outside in the hallway, making sure no one is awake; I step out and tiptoe through the hall. Only stepping on a couple of cracks I quickly speed up down the stairs.

I dim the light just a tad bit and walk to the sink. I don't bother getting ice, because that will only make too much noise. I hit the faucet and let it sprinkle softly. I look up at the stairs making sure no one is coming and then continue with the water.

After filling up the cup I turn the faucet off along with the light, and then hurry up the staircase. As I enter the hall I notice my bedroom door is closed and there is a crack of light seeping through. I question whether if I just keep going or go back down stairs.

Just when I was about to make a decision the light dims from inside my bedroom. That's when I start walking faster towards the door. I stop just inches from the handle and set my cup on the table that is currently holding a vase of flowers. Instead of just opening the door right away I take the vase and pour the flowers out along with the water. Then I take in a deep breath and push open my door.

I take a few steps, holding the vase like a baseball bat, and then go to turn around when something covers up my mouth from behind me. I try to scramble out some screams but they only become muffled.

"Shh, don't scream." A voice softly says to me. I try to scream again but it was no help. The person holding me then moves out from behind and starts quietly pushing me up against the now closed door. At this time the person is standing in front of me, still with their hands on my mouth.

"Don't move or I will hurt you."Now the voice is distinguished as a male, more like an 18 or 19 year old boy.

I knew I should have locked the window, stupid mistake. If my parents found out about this I would be dead. But how did he even get onto the roof. It's almost impossible; it took me three months to master how to get up the vine post.