Letters

Chapter Four

Tori took out her phone, and held it out to the middle of the window. She took a few photos, and tried to make sure that the letter was in all of them.

"Let's use this when we go to the police," She said, closing the curtains really fast.

"Definitely,"

Tori ran behind me and wheeled me into my room, where we kept the board of letters. I could hear my heart pumping. Other than my heart, I couldn't really hear anything. It was like I was underwater.

Why am I feeling like this? They didn't see me through the curtain, and they didn't come in or anything like that at all. Maybe it's the fact that I figured out what they look like. Tori slammed my door shut and locked it. She then got up and walked towards my bed, and laid down.

Tori seemed to be having the same panic attack I was having, because she was just laying there trying to take it all in.

She also seemed to get way better before I did, because all of a sudden she went back to normal again. I got in my wheelchair and wheeled over to my bed, and Tori got me a glass of water. I shut my eyes for a little bit. Tori knocked on my door then opened it, with a glass of water in her hand. She set it down on my nightstand.

I had a dream about the credit card people. I was all better, perfectly normal. I was standing in the middle of the road. It all happened so fast. Cars were honking their horns, and getting into car accidents. Sirens were going off. I was nervous, breathing really fast and heavily.

I looked over to see the same people we saw earlier, grabbing onto Tori. She was struggling to get away from them. Then the one on my left took out a knife, and was about to cut Tori. I took out my phone, and tried calling 911. My hands were too shaky to dial, so I took deep breaths and then called them. When the operator answered, that's when I woke up.

My phone said that it was 7:00, 4 hours after when I fell asleep. Looks like I missed dinner. I got in my wheelchair, and opened my door.

"Hey sleepyhead. I ordered pizza for dinner about 15 minutes ago. You woke up just on time," she said.

"Thanks,"

"Hey, when you woke up it was pretty violent. Are you okay?"

"Just a nightmare,"

"Good to know. I mean it's bad you had a nightmare, but at least you're all good,"

I turned on the TV and watched some episodes of The Simpsons. The doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Tori jumped up then speed walked to the door. I heard some muffled voices, and Tori looked in her wallet.

"Hey Annie, do you have a 20?" she asked me.

"Yeah, it's in my wallet," I replied. I didn't have to navigate her to my wallet because she knows me well enough to know where I put everything. I wheeled myself into the kitchen to get myself some slices of pepperoni.

"Feel like a movie tonight?" Tori asked me.

"Yeah. Don't make it The Lion King please, you know I cry when Mufasa dies,"

She put in something else, the movie I really needed. Liar Liar, starring Jim Carrey. It is so funny, that I forgot I was sick.

I paused the movie, then Tori shot me a threatening look.

"I have to take my pills,"

"Fine old lady,"

As I was wheeling into the kitchen, I got a glance out the window. I saw the people again.