Clock don't stop

Chapter 3

When I wake up and I'm in my room under the comforter In my cupcake pajamas. I look around and search for the click hanging on the wall that  says 12:56 pm. I get up slowly on unsteady feet and make my way to the bathroom. I slowly open the door and turn on the light and step in in. I look in the mirror and see a girl who has ugly red finger bruise marks lined on my throat. It's kind of hard to swallow I think to myself . I search my face for any kind of emotion but my face comes up blank. I want to cry right now but I can't seem to produce any tears right now. My hair slides down my back softly. I run my fingers through it to try and calm the angry knots in it. I go to the bathroom and relive myself and wash wash my face and hands. I unlock the door and all out to my bed room to find a small note on the edge of my dresser.

         We went to the store to stock up on stuff just in case. be back soon, don't leave the house when we're not there.
                          Xoxo mom and dad.    (Ps, if anything ever happens to us, we love you and stay safe. All the basic need and supply's are in the closet. Be carful with the gun. There are directions to how to work it. All you bathroom stuff is in there so you should be good IF anything were to happen but you can't be to sure anymore with people acting crazy now days. love you to the moon and back)
I stare in shock and let the note fall past my legs and I fall to the floor like I was just some paper weight to.

So basically my parents are telling me if they go out the have a chance of getting robbed or worse, killed? What happened to the cool happy little safe town we used to life in, is that not safe anymore now? I can't go on daily walks and hang out with my friends? What life will I have to life? I let all this type of different feelings wash over me and let my heart race in a fast motion. Finally I let the tears come and when they do they come pouring down my face so fast I could probably fill up a whole tub with them.
Get a grip hazel,stop being a wuss and accept your life is officially over.my inner voice chimes at me. Maybe I do have to accept my life is over but I can't accept that I have mother to do about it. I get up on lead legs and walk to the bedroom door. I am greeted with the smell of fresh smell of clean laundry and soap. I let the scent envelope me and I walk past the laundry room and walk to the living room where I sit down and turn on the T.V. I am instantly greeted with the horrible news of the extinction of bees. I try to flip the channel and see if a surging else is on but no luck. Just then I hear something out side fall and shatter. I get up slowly and look out side the porch window. I see a long steel figure in all back with something in his hand looking straight back at me. I scream and scramble away from the window in shock and in fear. What now does this person want. Can't I be left alone and not strayed please? Thank that would be nice.