My Mind - Short Stories From My Imagination

Chapter 2 ~ Imagine ~ Intruder

No swearing.

You lie in your room, trying to sleep. You can't sleep so you turn from side to side. Suddenly you hear something on the stairs. You sleep on the 1st floor and the stairs are pretty noisy, which you're actually happy about. Well more or less happy about. It makes it hard for you to go downstairs in the night, but on the other hand it's also telling you whenever someone is in the house, making their way to your room. Wait, the noise on the stairs stopped! Someone's on the same floor as you now. Thanks to the old house you live in you hear them walking down the hallway. You see a faint light out from under your door. You quickly lie on the side and close your eyes, pretending to sleep. You don't hear you door open, but you can sense the light from the hallway on you, so you figure that they have entered. 

"Watch the door, and make sure that no one else wakes up, or comes and interferes."  

A male voice said, but no one answered. I heard light footsteps on the way out of my room, and a little more heavy ones coming towards my bed. The light from the hallway disappeared, indicating that they had closed the door. I tried to listen as closely as I could, to the footsteps and things that he might bump into. 

"Let's see. What do we have here? A girl with her toy cat, how sweet. Let's see how long until she wakes up. I'm eager to have a little chat with you." 

The man kept talking while walking closer. His voice made it hard for me to hear anything else in the dark, quiet room. I wondered what he meant by "chat" but I figured that it wouldn't be your average small-talk. It was hard for me to keep my eyes closed in a calm enough way, that it would look like I was sleeping, with strangers in the house. But luckily they hadn't turned on the light in my room, so it was still dark. He didn't wait long until he made some movement again. And that's when I heard it. The all too familiar loading of a gun. It sounded like a caliber .44 which you had seen a lot on TV. You knew how it looked, how it's best to hold it and how it sounded when being loaded. Then you felt it. you had seen it so many times before, but now you felt it. You felt the cold metal on your forehead. You didn't have to open your eyes to realize that the .44 caliber was pointing right at you. You so badly wanted to open your eyes and ask him not to do it, but you knew that by doing that you would only speed up the process, and you didn't want that. So you kept your eyes closed and, hopefully, you slowly hugged your stuffed cat closer to you. Seeking comfort in the soft material. 

"Come on now, wakey wakey. I don't have all night, so wake up so we can get this over with."

You felt the gun being removed from your head, which made you relieved. But soon after you heard a sound you didn't like. You could faintly hear him put a silencer on the gun. And you knew that wasn't a good sign. When he was done you feared for his next actions. Luckily he didn't do anything to you physically, but he did try to take your cat away from you. Which meant he had seen you hold it closer earlier. He wanted something from you, which was why he hadn't physically harmed you yet. But now he had hurt you mentally, taking away the only comforting item around you. Now you had nothing to comfort you with.

"As I said, I don't have all night. so let's speed things up a bit. I know you're awake so open your eyes and look at me, or I shoot the cat."

You thought about the options that you had. The cat meant everything to you. You got it when you were little and it had always been with you when you needed a friend. And besides, who said he was going to kill you? You played a bit with your mouth and slowly opened your eyes. The first thing you saw was the barrel of a gun. You forced your eyes away from the gun, and looked at him holding your cat. 

"there we go! see, wasn't that better? I know it is for me. I always prefer to look people in the eyes whenever I confront them."

"Can I please get my cat back?"

You asked with a weak and careful voice, while slowly reaching for it.

"I like watching peoples emotions in their eyes, according to the things I'm telling and doing to them."

He totally ignored you, which you figured was a way for him to mock you. You got a hold of the cats one leg, and that was when he payed attention to you.

"Nah ah ah. Don't. Ohh you want the little kitty cat back, huh? Too bad."

Now he was definently mocking you. Talking to you like you were 5 when actually you were 10. But, you wouldn't get mad, because that was what he wanted. He pushed you down in your bed, using the gun to push your forehead. But for some reason he gave you the cat anyway. You didn't want to question it, but just took it and hugged it. You looked at him again. He kept the gun pointed at you, but looked at the door instead.

"Who's on the other side of the door?"

He didn't answer you, but you wanted to know so you repeated the question. He gave you a sideways look and proceeded to look at the door. The door then opened and a man came in to check on you. After he had seen that you were awake he left the room again.

"You don't have to do this."

You tried to reason with him, but it was no use.

"Why are you doing this?"

He still wouldn't give you a response. this time you got a bit more angry.

"The least you could do, was to tell me why!? Why my family? Why now? Please tell me, why are you here now?"

"*Sigh* You're a stubborn one. Fine. You really wanna know why? Because we could. That's why. You happy now?"

"No. That's not a good enough reason. Give me the real one. Please, maybe I can help solve the problem."

You reached out and touched his arm. It startled him a bit. He looked at your hand on his arm.

"It's okay. You can put the gun away, I'm not gonna do anything. I just wanna help. Okay?"

I felt him relax a bit, and his gun started to fall. Slowly. 

"There we go. So I'm guessing the man on the other side of the door is your brother, or something like that? You don't have to tell me anything there, but tell me something. Why did you come here, around Christmas?"

He fiddled a bit with his fingers, like he was trying to find the right words. 

"We came here, now, because... We were, alone, cold. And this place was isolated. So, don't think you're anything special, it was all just a random coincidence that it was your house kid. But, enough about that. Now get back in bed."

He growled the last part at you, and pointed the gun to your head again, he then pushed you down in your bed again. you felt your hand slowly fall down from his arm. 

"I can help you. You know what the purpose of Christmas is in my opinion? To share. And not just presents with your family. If you want, you can celebrate Christmas with us, I'm sure my mom won't mind it. And not just you, but your brothers too. There'll be food, and music, and warmth. And since Christmas isn't until in two days, then you can stay and we'll find beds for you all, so you have places to sleep. And, you can stay a few days after too if you want to."

"You're a kid, with a big mouth and an even bigger heart. That's gonna help you later on in life." 

He put his gun away and helped you out of your bed. You went out into the hallway where his brothers were standing. He told them what you just told him, and they agreed. Now you just had to tell you mom  about the "guests" that would be staying for Christmas. You slowly walked into your moms bedroom, and calmly woke her up. You asked her if it would be okay if three of your friends could sleep here a few days and celebrate Chrismas with you, and she said yes. The next morning you went downstairs to get breakfast with the three men. Your parents, siblings and other family members were waiting for you. They all looked shocked at the three unknown men.

"Who's this?"

Your mom asked you, and you kindly told her that, this was the friends you told her about last night. So you all ended up having a Christmas out of the ordinary that year.

*Tell me if you want a full story on any of these chapters. I can do that if people want me to. All you have to do is ask. ^.^ *