The Dangers of Falling. [Harry Styles.]

Chapter Two.

            “She’s been asleep for a while… No, I’m not going to wake her up… Because I want her to just rest. Honestly, Lou, she seems like she’s been through a lot… Of course you don’t think so; you didn’t see the look in her eyes… And a man tried to steal her car and practically rape her; I think she deserves to sleep; besides, chloroform knocks you out…”  My ears were alert before my eyes, and I listened quietly to the voice speaking. I couldn’t put a face to the voice, but it sounded oddly familiar... And the name Lou rung a bell, but my brain was being mush at the moment, and I couldn’t think clearly. My eyelids felt glued shut, and no matter how hard I tried to force them open, they wouldn’t budge. Everything hurt... My head, my back, my feet… every organ and part of my body was in pain, and I couldn’t figure out why. After a few more tries, my eyes fluttered open like butterfly wings. I wasn’t in a familiar place. None of my surroundings hit home. I stood up slowly, my bare feet touching the cold hardwood floor. I stared around at the room I was in. It seemed to be a bedroom, a guest one that no one used. The elegant blue comforter bed was ruffled, disturbed greatly. The beige walls were bare, except for one exotic painting of a forest. There was a bookshelf, containing giant books with dust covering them. A large mirror was tacked to the back of the door, and I stared into it. My makeup was smeared, black outlining my eyes like a raccoon. My hair was wild, sticking up in all directions. My jacket wasn’t wrapped around me like usual, but I still had last night’s clothes on.  Last night... My eyes squeezed shut as I tried to remember last night’s events. All I could remember was the man… the man in the dark outfit, the one who damaged my car, the one who held my life in his hands at one moment. The girl in the mirror, her eyes were frightened as she looked back at me. Frantically, I began searching the room for anything that belonged to me. I came up with nothing. I heard the male voice again, my head pounding against my skull as memories tried to flood me, not succeeding in the least. I searched the room for a weapon of some sort that I could use against the man that held me hostage. I threw out drawers, panic setting in as I heard the voice speaking again, closer. The dresser drawer made a sudden noise as I tried to shove it back in, but something kept it from sliding in correctly. I stuck my hand back into the dresser, my hand landing on something cold and metal. I grasped the object, wiggling it out of the back of the drawer. A gun. It was simple, nothing too flashy or bulky. I’ve never held a gun before, let alone used one. It frightened me to be holding one right now, and my hands were shaking as I held the cold metal up, pointing it straight at the door as I made my way towards it.

        I strained to hear his voice again, to point me in some direction to follow; whether I should wait here and see if he comes in, or if I should follow him. I picked up the deep voice again, getting quieter as I heard his footsteps walking away. I quietly twisted the doorknob, peeking out just in time to see a mass of brown hair disappear down a flight of stairs. He was still talking on the phone, but quieter now, so I didn’t catch much of what he was saying. I slowly walked down the hallway, before quietly peeking out over the rail beside the stairs. No one was in sight. I silently descended down the staircase, my hands shakily holding the gun straight out in front of me. Was I really going to shoot the guy when I did find him? I highly doubted it. I wasn’t one for violence… not with artillery, anyways. But if it came down to it, I’d have to pull the trigger. I slowly examined the living room, no sign of anyone in sight. The room was modern, with its gray couches and black throw pillows. I heard his voice again, coming from a room close by. He was laughing, and his laugh rang through me, his voice pure and clear and so… familiar. I shook my head, and silently veered off to the right, entering a kitchen. The guy had his back towards me, his head leaning to the right to hold up his cell phone as he chopped up something. He turned around, his eyes widening at the sight of me, with my wild eyes and panicked emotion radiating off me, not to mention I had him at gunpoint.