My Hero, My Killer

Chapter 3

EMMA'S POV:

As I lay there in my bed I mangled to finally drift to sleep. That was of course after I counted how many stars I could see out my window.

I rolled over and buried my head into my pillow and slept.

I had happy dreams which was different from most abused kids, but I was glad. It gave me comfort when I need it the most.

Night time was my only get away, the one time I could rest and not be abused by my mom or my dad.

I was dreaming about a big, fluffy rabbit bouncing around in a field with me as I skipped through the flowers when my happy dream was interrupted by a soft thump near my bed.

Of course I was used to bumps and thumps in the night and I didn't bother waking up over it.

Usually it would be my drunk parents falling around downstairs but this sounded closer then just downstairs.

There was a loud crashing sound as if glass was shattering.

My eyes shot open and I sat up in my bed.

There near my bed was my lamp, shattered in pieces now, on the ground. Jumping around near it was a rather tall guy.

My first thought was that he was a burglar here to rob me.

I reached for the baseball bat I kept under my bed just incase I needed to fend myself from one of my drunken parents, though is never got up enough courage to use it on them.

I held it tightly in both hands, my knuckles turning white.

I frowned and lowered it slightly as I realized this guy wasn't very smart...

The man was jumping around and holding one foot in both hands, whimpering "ow ow ow!"

I raised an eyebrow and slowly lowered the bat but kept it in my hands.

"Who are you?" I asked "and why are you in my room?!"

The man turned and that's when I saw his pale skin, the black rings around his eyes, his long, cut smile.

My eyes widened and I screamed.

His eyes widened as well "AH!! WHAT!?" He turns around as if scared something was going to get him.

I screamed and he screamed and we kept this up for a solid five minutes of us both pretty terrified.

At this point I was glad my parents were passed out by now.

"What are you doing!?" I screamed at him.

"I dunno!!!!! What are you doing!?" He screamed back.

"Your in my house and you look..." I stopped, not knowing what he looked like.

He looked offended "excuse me? I look like what?"

That's when I noticed the glint of the kitchen knife in his hand.