"Scarlet" the loud shrivelling scream knocked me right out of my sleep.
Fear instantly kicked in, the tone of the voice was urgent.
I glanced at the bed that was beside mines, it remained empty, the cover was thrown to the floor and a knife lay shining from the moon that provided me with light.
Everything went silent, the only thing heard was the television from downstairs that my mother sits in front of and watches all night.
My cold feet touched the wooden floor, creeping up to the knife I picked it up in my hands and walk towards the door. My bare feet made a pattering noise with every step I took.
As I exited the room, I was greeted by a mess. Not the mess you make while playing with a 4 year old, a real mess, a big one.
The curtains were ripped, clothes were thrown everywhere, there were claw marks on the carpet, as if nails were dug into it. The cupboards were thrown open and the furniture had been dropped.
My body was trembling as my feet worked slowly towards the stairs.
Step by step I made it to the bottom. I lay my back against the wall holding the knife out, clutching it with both hands. I'm not going down.
There was a knock at the door. It sounded familiar, sharp but soft.
"Scarlet" the voice sounds soft, but there was edginess. It was a knock I heard many times.
"Scarlet, please open the door" the voice came again.
"Ms Appleyard, your medicine has arrived, please open the door" the knocking became louder.
My eyes snapped open as I threw the covers off of my sticky body. I lifted my body off of the bed and tip toes towards the door.
"Leave it outside" my voice croaked, I let out a cough.
"Miss, I'm I think I should give this in your hand, it seems pretty important"
Sometimes, I longed to be left alone, and snapped when needed, but there was a bubbly feeling in my stomach. My bottom lip quivered as I made a dash to the bathroom throwing up all the continents from last night.
I could hear the knocking getting louder, but that was the least of my concern.
Tears sprung out of my eyes as the bile continents burned my throat.
Just then I felt my hair being pulled away from my face by warm hands. Throwing myself far away as possible, I glanced at the figure in front of me with wide eyes.
