Waking up somewhere else

     Why? Was it me? Did I do something wrong? Was I supposed to do something?  Why did this happen?

     These are all questions I continually keep asking myself. I never really get answers.  I know it was all because of me. It always has. It probably cause I always kept all these problems in and stayed hidden that made all this happen.

     I mean if it wasnt me then why is there no one here for me? Well there isnt anyone and never will be. I look around and everyone is all happy. They all tell me to get over what had happened and move on. If they only knew me then they would know how bad it was really.

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     My thoughts get disrupted when I hear heavy footsteps. I knew dad wasnt home from work yet. I got off my bed slowly. I slowly made my way across my huge bedrooms floor. I peaked around my door, making sure no one saw me, and saw a guy dressed in all black downstairs.

     I cautiously went back in my room and picked up my phone, making sure I never made a sound. My phone kept ringing and ringing. Then, his voicemail picked up and I whispered "Dad . . . . . I need you to pick up the phone now . . . . . . . there is this guy and he doesnt seem to be nice. So please-" my voice cut off by the beep at the end of the voicemail. 

     I hit end on my phone and slipped it in my pocket. I slowly went across the bedroom floor to see where the guy was. I peaked around my door again and saw the guy start to walk up the stairs. My heart started to race as I try to figure out what to do. I looked back again and the guy was closer.

      I look around my room and see the only thing I could do, hide in my enormous closet. I walk over to it and open it, then closed it back. I see a couple big black bags in the corner and thats where I decided to hide. I moved them aside and then put them above and infront of me, making sure I was not exposed in any way. I sit still as possible while I hear the heavy footsteps growing nearer.

     I lost my breath. I couldnt see where he was, only could I know where he was, was when he moved. I was so thankful at that moment that my dad didnt call me back because I heard my closet door open.  I completely went motionless and soundless at that moment when I heard him ruffling through some of my bags. I heard a car door shut and I panicked quietly without moving or making noise.

     I heard the guy step out my closet and shut it slowly. As soon as I heard him completely shut my closet door, I took out my phone and texted to my dad :

     Dad, dont come in. There is a guy in the house and I dont know who it is. Please call the police fast!

     I was so worried. I heard the guy walking down the stairs now, so I moved the black bags out the way and got up silently.  I opened my closet door slowly. I didnt hear anything, so I closed my closet door back, making sure it didnt make any noise. I opened the dial box on my phone and dialed these three numbers that could save my life: 911.

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