Unspoken Rules

1.

   

    I stare up at my fan, watching it
turn lazily. It was sad to admit, but this was a regular hobby for me.

    I don't get out much, more like I'm not allowed to, nor do I have many friends. But don't misunderstand me, I'm not purposely trying to not have friends. Trust me, I'd like some. It's just when the rare occasion arises and I'm allowed to go out, people steer clear of me like I'm the plague.

    Which I'm not, mind you.

    It doesn't really bother me anymore. Like I said, I don't get out much, so being by myself has always been fine.

    Just then, a knock echos throughout the house, followed by a couple more in quick succession.

    My breathing hitches, and after a few moments pass, I exhale and sit up slowly. I've never told anyone where I live, and my parents are the only ones besides me who knows where the location of our house is.

    So how the hell is someone here?

    I stand up, shakily pushing my hair out of my face. Navigating through the mess I call my room and into the hallway, I eventually find myself in front of the front door. I hesitate in putting my hand on the doorknob.

    No no no, you are not opening this door. Who knows if this person is dangerous?

    Should I have grabbed my bat?

    I shake my head and end up peeking through the door hole to find-

    No one.

    Shaking my head in confusion, I swore I heard knocking, and walk out onto the porch a few steps, surveying the forest we call our land.

It's dark, so I can't make out much except for the silhouette of the trees and the brightness of the moon.

    Just as I turn to go back inside, I step on something that pressed into the soft spot of my foot. Wincing, I lift my foot back up and move to the side, looking down for what I stepped on. I crouch down and sweep my hand across the floor, and stop, feeling an envelope.

    I pick it up, looking closer at the envelope. Tilting my head, my eyes wander down to the cursive writing on the front. I can't make out what it says, due to the writing looking rushed and messy.

I open the envelope, peering inside and pulling out a small oval shaped object. I run my fingers over it, noting it's smoothness, until I feel a small button. I frown, turning it towards me.

A rustle in the trees makes my head snap towards them, my hand unconsciously tightening on the small object.

From the corner of my eye, brilliant hues of red and orange flare out.

    Well, a bat wouldn't have helped anyway...

    Dots of black obscure my vision, spreading until nothing can be seen and my consciousness is gone.

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Criticism is welcome! I'm redoing this story, because I did not like the way it was going.

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~ Civ