You awaken in your room, your toes sticking out from under the covers and your hair slightly messy.
You look over at your alarm clock to see its 4:00 am.
You scoff at you scoff and raise up out of bed at the feeling of a tickled throat.
Your bare toes hit the carpet and make a quiet scrunching noise as you continue to tiptoe to your door, not wanting to trip and awaken any family members in your house. You open your door annd inch towards your kitchen.
As you enter, the tiles tickle the bottom of your feet with the coldness they posses.
You open your fridge and grab out a bottle of water that was meant for Mom in the mornings. She could get over one water bottle right?
You chuckle at the thought of sitting at the breakfast table watching Mom interogate the whole family and ,literally , start a crime investigation.
You sip your water and find it has a metallic taste to it.
You get light headed and begin to stumble back to your bedroom but only get as far as your parents room before collapsing with a large thud.
You hear your parent's room door open and see your Dad towering over you, shaking his head.
"Don't you know not to touch what isn't yours?"
He leaned in closer and picked you up, taking you towards your basement.
"That was meant for your mother but you'll work too,"
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This was a lame one but ehh.
The next one will kind of be monster involved! ^.^
