Overpowering

Chapter 2

I have no idea what's going on. As I keep staring in the mirror, as if I'm looking for an answer. My staring doesn't seem to be as effective as I would like it to be, seeing as I still don't have any answers to why my eye changed colors all of a sudden.

I keep on thinking, keep on trying to figure out the answer, and frustration manifests itself in an outburst of a yell. Maybe it's because I'm tired? Yeah, that must be it. Sleep deprivation can make you see weird stuff that isn't there, right?

That is a good enough answer for me and I go to brush my teeth and go to bed. I fall asleep surprisingly easy. I guess I was just tired after all.

A small noise pulls me out of unconsciousness. It must be the branches outside my my bedroom window. As I look towards said window, I am shocked to find nothing there. Oh right, dad cut down the tree a year ago to make room for the new pool.

But then, what is making that sound? That rattling sound. It almost sounds as if someone is messing with... the door.

A sudden panic washes over me as I realise that someone is breaking into my house. Someone is outside my door, trying to unlock it. Trying to get to me. Oh god, are they going to kill me? The only thing I can think of is hiding, but there is nowhere to hide. The only place is under my bed.

God damnit! They're going to find me right away if I hide there! As I hear the lock click, I make a quick decision. I have to try and hide, even if it is the most cliché and obvious place to do so. The pain from before seems to go away as I move. Adrenaline for the win, I guess.

The door opens slowly, creaking as it opens, further fueling my anxiety ridden body. What if they hear my breathing? Can they hear my heart beating? Because it's the only thing I can really register.

I try to move my head to see if someone's in the room, but it's as if I'm paralyzed. I can't move my head and as I try to move my arms and legs I realise that I can't move my entire body. At all. The only thing I can really move is my eyes.

I suddenly feel a hand grab my ankle and a small scream dies in my throat.

I'm being pulled out from under the bed, and at this point, I am sure that I'm going to die.

I'm going to die.

Tears are flowing freely from my eyes and the world around me is foggy because of them. Panic is flowing within me, overtaking me completely. I can't do a damn thing about it

I'm going to die.

I don't want to die.

I lie with closed eyes for a while, waiting for certain death, but when my expectations aren't met, I dare to look up at the one having a hold of my ankle.

It's a boy. As I stare at him, he stares right back and it feels as if his blue eyes are piercing through me. It's weird, I'm not sensing any murderous lust from him. Not like Josh. He doesn't seem like a he's going to hurt me. At all.

Which is kind of weird, because he has literally just broken into my house.

Our own little staring contest is broken by the sound of men yelling and windows being broken. Some men are yelling and I can hear the coldness in their voices. They are yelling my name. The very fact that they know my name scares me. The mystery boy quickly looks towards the door with wide eyes and reaches his hand out towards me. I am surprised that I have control of my limbs again, but I don't really have time to wonder why.

He mumbles something, but I can't tell what he's saying. He has a firm hold of my wrist and he starts running, dragging me with him. Down the stairs and out of the back door where the other guys hasn't reached yet. He runs so fast and I can barely keep up.