Roses And Robbers

The Break In

Patter, patter, patter. My hands flew as they typed.

"Ugh."

Oh, the daily struggles I go through. Homework will be the death of me!

"Why do I even have to memorise this? Why do I have to know every single country in Europe? I don't even live in Europe! If I really need to know I could look it up. It would only take a few seconds." I ranted.

Stupid homework. Evil, horrible, despica-

"CRASH!"

I jumped at the earsplitting sound. I glanced side to side. Nothing was out of place. All I saw was my creamy white walls, my bed, my wood shelf overflowing with a wide variety of books and my unorganized desk, full of little knick-knacks.

Maybe Mrs. Brown's dog, Ruffles, got out again. Well, might as well check, it's not like I have anything better to do right?

I stand up and walk out of my room into the dimly lit hallway. I hear a weird metallic clunking sound coming from the living room.

That doesn't sound like Ruffles. Maybe he got into the recycling.

I come to a stop in the doorway. Standing there was a tall man. He stood next to the door leading to the main floor, trying to put our DVD player in a black bag, barely making a sound. He wore all black, black gloves, pants, shirt, and even a black ski mask.

"Eep!"

I tried to cover my mouth but I couldn't stop the tiny noise from escaping. I started to back away. The man turned towards me, having heard my yelp.

Who is he? Is he a robber? Maybe a murderer? What should I do? Neither of my parents are here. I'm all alone. I let out a slow, anxious breath.

Oh joy...

He pulled out a gun. It was a shining silver Pistol.

"Make anymore noise and you're dead." He said bluntly.
I clenched my fists to try to calm down my trembling body and chaotic mind. I slowly nodded. He turned away and continued taking all of our valuables. I stood frozen for a moment.

I have to get out of here. I can't stay here, waiting to be hurt.

My body feels as if it's frozen.

I have to move. I don't want to die!

At that chilling thought, I get a boost of courage. I flung open the door next to me, and ran upstairs, as fast as lightning. I opened the discrete white door that leads up to the attic. Our "attic" is really a safe room. We just never had to need for it and turned it into storage. I shut the heavy door, locked it and slid the deadbolt into place. After making sure everything is secure, I looked around, trying to find a place to hide. There were many different items all covered in a thin layer of dust. I saw a tiny, easy-to-look-over cabinet in the corner of the room.

Perfect.

I opened the cabinet doors as quietly as I could. It smelled of mold and had a gigantic cobweb in one corner. Dust seemed to cover every single inch of it. I stepped in and closed the doors, quickly whipping out my phone, ready to call 911. While listening to the rhythmic beeps of my phone I heard loud footsteps downstairs.

"Clomp, Clomp, CLOMP."

The footsteps started to get louder. All of a sudden I heard a beep as my call was answered.

"Hello?" a voice came from my phone.

Someone can help me now! I'll be okay, I-I'll be just fine. The police will take care of the robber. Right?

As I talked to the person on the other line, explaining my situation, the footsteps were getting louder and louder with every single step he took. I heard his footsteps stop, right next to the door.

"BOOM!"

The sound of the gunshot scared me, causing me to drop my phone onto a sharp corner inside the cabinet. The phone screen started getting darker and darker as the woman's voice faded.
"No. This can't be happening," I whispered.

Calm down Rose. Think rationally. What do you know? He's here. He has a gun. I think he shot a hole through the lock. He can get to me. I have no weapon.

I'm doomed!

I heard a crash as the door flew off its hinges. I held my breath as he scanned the room. I heard his footsteps coming closer, and closer, and closer. His footsteps echoed eerily. Eventually he came to a stop.

Right.In. Front. Of. Me...

He threw open the cabinet doors and crookedly smiled down at me.

"I found you..."

I pushed past the man and bolted downstairs, throwing the door closed behind me. I dashed in between the furniture, zigzagging this way and that. I could hear the man's thundering footsteps behind me, urging me to run faster. I reached the front door and grasped the handle. As I was about to open the door, a hand reached out and snatched my wrist, pulling me back into the nightmare. My head banged against the door."No! Let me go!" I scream.I get out of his tight grasp and lunge forward... My fingers close around the handle... And iIm yanked back again.

I-I can't get out.! I know I can't stay here but i can't seem to get away! There must be something I can do. I can't die like this!

"CREAK" The door opened slightly.

"We're home!"

My parents are home. They can help me.!

"Mom!" I screamed. "Dad! Help me!"As I said those words, the robber turned and fled. Probably deciding that our valuables weren't worth it. I ran forward, into my parents arms.

"Honey, what's wrong? What happened?"

"Robber, gun, police, die, terrified, help, all alone, running, scared..." I babbled incoherently.

"Calm down. You're fine now." My dad tried to reason with me as my mom drew her hand through me hair. I tightened the hug as glistening tears leaped out of my eyes.

"I love you."