Why...me? ONESHOT

BAM!

BAM! I awoke to a loud bam-like noise. It could have been a bang, but I didn't know for sure.    Curious of the ruckus, I wandered to my steep, dark staircase. As I was about to take a step, I heard something. Splat...Click...BAM! There it was again! I ran back into my bedroom, terrified of what was in my living room. I grabbed my softball bat I used in college, and slowly etched my way towards the railing overlooking the tile of the kitchen below. The wind was eerie, and the floor was creaking under every...single...footstep. I slowly raised my bat as I took my first step to what I knew, could be dangerous. I heard, footsteps? Slow, steady, and cautious. Like they were waiting to pounce on my ever so fragile body, like a cheetah coming out of the tall grass. Then, he spoke. A very low, masculine voice, booming through the dark house. 

"I know you're in here. Don't try to run, this isn't a movie, where I am just going to let you scurry off." I shivered hearing his proclamation. 

I froze in my tracks, deciding whether to run, or hide. Call the cops, or try to fight him myself. I was torn. What's going to happen to me? What did he do that he thinks I witnessed?

I decided to turn around ever so quietly, and try to make my way up the stairs to my room, and text my friend, Antonella. Tell her to call the cops, and DON'T TEXT BACK. Who knows what he can hear, especially a ringtone or a vibration. I was on the last step, almost off of the wretched stairs, when I heard...breathing. Deep, heavy, muffled, breathing. I started to turn around, before I was pulled with a hand covering my mouth. I saw him... A tall, dark figure lurked above me, my head on his chest. I need to go, leave escape from his grasp. NOW. But...how? I could, bite his finger! No, he could use his other hand to retaliate. What am I going to do?!

Just as I was thinking of a way to escape his strong grasp, I feel less tension put on my head. I could taste his sweat mixing with mine, dripping onto my lips from his hand so closely compacting my mouth closed. It was stupid of me to think he was going to let me go. I slowly went to inhale, taking in the smell of my apartment. The...the...bloody smell!? What? There were never great memories here, no good ones either-except when I was alone in my "classy" L.A. residence... It never felt like home though, especially now, considering there was a man invading my personal space, the one place I partially felt safe. I had lived with someone here before, my ex. Lets say he wasn't the happiest camper. I didn't blame him though, it wasn't his fault. He didn't mean to hurt me, his illness did. As I was reliving my past, I quickly open to see a white cloth moving to my nose and mouth. Was it a gag? I haven't screamed-or even talked to him, so why did he feel necessary to shut me up? Just then I knew what had happened. I had aced chemistry in high-school to realized what he was doing, not why. A certain chemical was placed on that rag, and now onto my mouth and nose. Chloroform.

In my senior chemistry course, we were experimenting the uses and reactions of household products. We drew from a basket to pick our chemicals, and my partner, Jess, got bleach, and I got rubbing alcohol. The people across from us at our table were messing around doing dares, and somehow Jess convinced me into playing with them. Jess was dared to smell our mixture-after she made the guys sniff theirs, and the smell made them gag. They though it was only fair. She stuck her nose in our beaker, and soon regretted her actions. Instead of wafting, like          Mr. Sisner told us, she inhaled the mixture heavily, and started to daze off almost instantly. I rushed to her side, and just as I reached her, I heard one of the boys yell for help.

Recollecting that memory scared me half to death, realizing that that incident left her with minor permanent brain damage. I shot my hands up to try to pull the toxic cloth away from my face, but as soon as I moved I found my self starting to get weak. My hands dropped to my side, in the most dramatic way possible. Soon, I would be alseep.