Surviving Chase

Ed sheeran at 3am

~Paige~

It is currently 2:34 am, I woke up craving food. Naturally, I walked downstairs and started shuffling though the cupboard to find something edible. My hand gropes around in the dark because I didn't turn on any lights. I can feel a cardboard box... Cereal.

I giggle softly with my eyes still half closed and grab the box and bring it towards me. Flipping open the tab I start to feel around the inside of the box to get some of the cereal into my hand. After feeling around for a few seconds I conclude that I had grabbed the lucky charms box.

Standing there for a few minutes just eating the cereal, I looked around in the kitchen slowly. Do you know that feeling, when your eyes adjust to the darkness of a room and you can see your surroundings? I was feeling that right now and I felt like a spy. Setting the box of cereal down, I walked around the island counter and began tiptoeing towards the living room. My footsteps were already really quiet because my feet were in blue slipper-socks. I started humming the theme song from Mission Impossible. As I started getting more into feeling like an international spy, I began to do some amazing-looking karate kicks into the air. Apparently my kicks weren't that amazing because I accidentally kicked the lamp over.

The color drained from my face as I watched to lamp shatter onto the hardwood floors, six inches away from the soft carpet that could have stopped it. I groaned out loud as I saw the light above the stairs switch on.

My eyes widened as my mother stepped out with her robe on and looked down at me, "Paige?! What on Earth are you doing? It's three o'clock in the morning!"

Sheepishly I looked back at her, " I got hungry...". My mother proceeded to put her hand on her forehead in exasperation. She looked back at me and turned her head and saw the lamp on the floor.

"What happened to the.. you know what? You just deal with the mess it's too early, I'm going back to bed." With that my Mother turned back around and walked towards her room.

I giggled and went to grab the broom from the laundry room. After I swept up the pieces of the lamp I moved towards the front door so I could throw it into the dumpster. I sat the broom near the dining table and went outside with the dustpan. Walking to the end of the drive way to the garbage can, I started singing a song.

" Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don't mind me
Say, boy, let's not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead
I'm in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I'm in love with your b-"

"What the hell is that?"
My beautiful singing was cut off by a husky, deep voice cutting through the air. My heart drops to my feet as I turn around.

"Who's there?!" I whisper- yell this because it's still 3:00 am. My eyes adjust to the darkness around me as I turn hastily. My heart begins to thump harder as I see a shadow saunter near me.

My hands begin to sweat as the stranger stands only a few inches away from me. I now recognize that this person is male. Which was prominent by the way he towered over me, and how his stiff muscles pushed against his black leather jacket. His face was covered by a dark helmet but I could tell he was watching me. I instantly begin to feel conscious of my sweatpants and low cut tank-top. The man stares at me for quite a while and I begin to feel uneasy, "What do you want?" He tilted his covered head at my wavering voice, "I dunno, I heard something that sounded like a dying cat."