Silent Screams » Harry Styles

Chapter 2

I wake up with a jolt, and sit upright in my bed. I start to get out, but then I remember that it's a Saturday. Relief washes over me as I lay back down in my bed. I rest my hands on my stomach and look at the ceiling that is still covered in glow stars that don't work anymore. I loved staring at the stars until I fell asleep; it was calming in a way. I always wondered what it was like to stare up at the stars late at night; but I never got to do that. I had lived in an insecure neighborhood my whole life, and those little stickers on the ceiling were the closest to star gazing I could ever get.

I remember the day I put those up there with my mother, it was when I was just seven years old. I was afraid of the dark, but I'm not anymore. The only darkness I'm afraid of is the darkness inside of me. Sometimes I feel like a complete waste of space and wonder why I'm still here. There's always that one reason that keeps people alive; I just haven't found my reason yet.

The room is dark; the only bit of sunlight is coming from the window. It's time like these I feel the most alone. When I wake up on a Saturday morning, and nobody is there to give me a good morning kiss. Or even just lie beside me, and smile when I open my eyes. It's times like these when I just want to be someone that someone else cares about. I get a pang of jealousy when I watch movies. The way the guy looks at the girl, even if he's just acting. It looks so real, and I can't help but feeling envious.

I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and walk over to my window. I open the sheer curtain slowly, peering out from behind it. The clouds are a dark shade of gray, allowing a minimal amount of sunlight. Even though I won't be doing anything today, I go into my bathroom to wash-up. I decide to skip breakfast considering I'm not that hungry in the first place.

I wince as I rip the band aid off of my arm, and inspect the cut mark. A dark shade of red runs horizontally, and the outer-parts are slightly swollen. I put Neosporin on the cut and put the band aid back on. I slip on shorts and a sweater, and walk downstairs.

The clock on the stove reads ten o'clock, and I'm content that I didn't wake up early. I look around the empty house, and my eyes fix on the note on the counter-top.

Annaliese,

I'm driving three hours away for a meeting and will be gone for two days. Two days worth of food is in the kitchen. Stay safe.

Love,

Dad

"Looks like I'm all by myself. Like always." I say to myself.

I walk around the house, cleaning up here and there. I need to do something that will keep me occupied. I can't let my mind wander for too long; nothing good comes out of that. So the whole day goes along, and I cleaned the entire house, watched my favorite TV series, ate some chips, and read some of my book. It was unproductive- like usual.

I clicked to the news channel, and I saw that a criminal was loose in my area. I get a chill sent down my spine, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. I immediately get up and lock all the doors and windows.

I don't feel like doing my homework, but I know I should. My dad would be furious to know that I had nothing to do for two days and I still didn't do my homework. My teachers would be angry too; and they rarely ever give second chances. I trod up to my room, and sit at my desk. I put the piece of paper in front of me, and the pencil in my hand.

I look at my essay question. "Why did America stay out of WWI for so long?"

I groan and put my head on the piece of paper. We're reviewing important concepts in history, and I hated learning about World War I. There was just so much to remember, and none of it stuck. I look through the notes I took in class, and copy down some of the information in there. It's seven o'clock when I'm nearly finished with the essay.

I hear a thud, and I drop my pencil. The noise came from downstairs, and I hear another thud. This is when I start to panic and I press my ear against my door. I hear the sound of someone else present in this house. My hands start to shake, and I run over and grab the baseball bat in my closet. My mind is reeling, and there is no thought process; just pure fear.

I open my door slowly, and walk down the hallway silently. I lean up against the wall, and peer out from the corner of it. There I see a man with a big frame, broad shoulders, and dark curly hair. He's turned away from me, so I can't see his face. He doesn't seem to be doing anything- he's just standing there. I bite down on my lip hard, and I taste blood. I stay silent until I have the courage to speak.

"Hey!" I yell and he turns around.

"Get out or I'll smash your head in with this baseball bat!" I yell at the intimidating man in front of me.

His dark green eyes bore into mine, and his pale skin has a layer of sweat covering him. The muscles in his body are evident, and I know he can overpower me easily. Instead of attacking me like I thought he would, he just stands there. We stare at each other for a long time, and he does something I did not expect. He smiles.

"I told you to get out." I say as calmly as I can.

My grip on the baseball bat is tight, and my hands are starting to hurt from holding onto it so hard. My knuckles are white, and the color has drained from my face. I take a step down on the stairs, and his eyes never leave me. I take another, and he still doesn't move. I take enough steps down to get onto the first level of the house. I reach into my pocket to call 911, and his eyes widen.

"Don't you dare call the police." he says, his voice rough.

I turn on the phone, and he lunges at me. The wind is knocked out of me, and my back is flat against the floor. My body is pressed against the cool surface of the ground, and I can't move. His body is on top of mine, his legs on each side of me. He pins my arms over my head, his hands gripping my wrists tightly. I wince at the pain he's causing me, and I can feel the cut on my wrist opening.

His face is inches from mine, and I see that he is quite young. He takes out something from his back pocket, and covers my mouth with it. I know what he's trying to do. If I don't breathe, I die, and if I do breathe, I pass out and I'm under his control. I take a breath, and the poison fills my lungs. My eyes roll back and the darkness swallows me completely. The last thing I see until I completely black out, is that god damn smile.

I hope I made this chapter entertaining! I don't know when I'll update, but I'll try to do so often!