Anything Could Happen

Chapter 4

I couldn't take my mind off of Harry. I was too curious about what would happen if I were to go to his house. I could show up and get kidnapped before I get the chance to even knock, he might not even live there, or worst case scenario I could get killed. At the same time though, all could go perfectly well and I could actually have someone to talk to who was my age for once.

I really wasn't too big on the idea of never talking to anyone except my family for the rest of my life, so I ultimately decided to go. There was no way my mom would be okay with this, so I didn't ask.

"Mom, everything I got it on the table, I'm going back out it just got too much to carry!" I yelled down to her. She came walking up the stairs and hugged me.

"Okay, be careful sweetie. This means a lot to me and your family, I'm so proud of you," She said being your classic mother. Walking off to the table to examine everything I had brought home.

I slowly made my way to the kitchen and grabbed one of the biggest knives I could, and stuffed it into my coat so nobody would notice. After about 10 more minutes of contemplating whether or not to go I got up and made my way outside.

The motel was a 10 minute walk from my house. That is, if you could see where you were going more than 15 feet in front of you. The intense fog made it much harder to know where you were going.

I wasn't worried about getting lost or anything, I knew my way, but in such times as these it would not be crazy to walk aimlessly into the middle of a robbery. People were very desperate for money, and the quiet kid who sat in the back of math class could be out killing people just to feed his family.

It felt very depressing and almost scary walking down the empty streets that were once filled with life. No kids were out playing, nobody was going for a jog, Mrs. Kettlebee wasn't out rocking on her chair. I thought about what all could have happened to Mrs. Kettlebee, she was so sweet.

When I was out of my neighborhood and near the main part of town I came across the one thing I had feared this whole trip. There was 2 paths to take to get to the motel.

Probably the best option was to stay on the sidewalk and play it safe but add an extra 10 minutes to the walk. Also, I would be right out in the open, which wasn't really playing it safe if you think about it.

The other choice would be to go through the alleyway into the ghetto, but shorten the trip significantly. The motel was right on the other side of the 7th line of trailers.

Even though it was much more dangerous, it gave me 15 less minutes to be outside, so I ended up heading that way.

The alley was sort of terrifying. If you've ever read a book or seen a movie you know that nothing good comes from an alley. I was making it out to be a big scary deal, even thought I guess it sort of was a big deal it's not like I was going to get kidnapped in my small little town because I walked through a 30 foot alley. I'm sure millions of people have walked through an alley and gone unharmed.

Though my mind went wild with thoughts of what could go wrong the whole way through the alley, I made it out without being stabbed, so it was a risk worth taking.

The trailer park was quiet, and it felt like everyone was just gone. I knew that half of the houses were probably still in use, but it still felt just uncomfortable and wrong. So many had driven off in search of a "safe town" at the first word of them, decreasing the amount of people around here dramatically.

The small houses were painted a variety of colors, unlike the houses in my own neighborhood. It was a little nice seeing the blue, green, and red houses in long rows compared to the consistently brown ones I had gotten used to.

I easily made it past the first 6 rows; nobody disturbed my walk at all. It wasn't as though the whole situation suddenly turned everyone into mass murderers but the already bad gang activity in these parts of own certainly was increasing and with no real cops around people were doing things they wouldn't have even considered a few months ago. I only had one more row to pass and I'd be steps away from the motel.

The whole trip had gone so well I nearly had a heart attack when I heard voices in the distance. I immediately ducked down behind the nearest garbage can.

"You know he'll," said the voices growing louder, and closer to me. I could only make out a few words from the conversation, but it was enough to keep me stationed behind the bin.

The voices became louder and louder, until they were so close I could hear footsteps. If I got up and ran they would see, and possibly shoot me or something. So I stayed put, shutting my eyes and be silently praying that they wouldn't notice me.

"Uh, why are you behind a garbage can?" said a girls voice, directing the question at me. I cringed at the fact I had been seen and stood up. It was just two young teenagers. I really probably looked like a freak.

"Sorry! I heard voices and I didn't know what to do. I'll be on my way now" I replied and started to walk away quickly, not really having time or desire to explain to the two young people I thought they were going to kill me.

"Okay whatever weirdo" I heard the boy mumble behind me.

I smiled to myself, it was almost funny how scared I got over 2 kids who were no older than me. Not everyone was a bad person of course, but I wasn't going to take any chances.

I made my way to the motel, and it looked as deserted as the rest of this town. The first room I came to had a 5 on it. I was looking for 23. The little rooms were all lined up in a long row, with doors accessible from the outside. I saw the sign I had been looking for and ran over to it.

The lights were off, and I heard no movement. Though, at the sound of my knock I could hear something. I wasn't sure what it was; it was most likely just a door closing. Hopefully it was closed by Harry.

Taking the note out from my pocket, I slid it under the door to show that it was only me at the door. Like the note had instructed I knocked 4 times. The sound of the knocking was apparently enough to get whoever was in the house interested.

Muffled talking became slightly audible. Was there more than one person in the room?

"Get back in the-" was the first sentence I could almost completely make out. The voice almost sounded feminine. The thought had never even occurred to me that Harry might have a mom or a girlfriend. I guess I had just assumed he lived alone.

The sound of paper crinkling was the last thing I heard before the doorknob began to move. He must have saw the note. The door hit the outside wall with a bang and a figure stood in the doorway.

Though the figure, was not Harry.