the good guy J.JK

ch.2

my bed creaks as I sit up slowly, eyes scanning the dark room.

'they should be asleep' i think to myself, then throw my legs to the side and stand up on the hard wood floor of my bed room.

I tiptoe to out into the hallway, my eyes shooting left and right, then my foot tapping at the ground roughly as I find the safest way to step without a loud creek and a curious brother scarring me.

slowly but surely, I'm standing at the top of the staircase, but I stop as I hear a shuffle comeing from my brother's room.

I stand still for a moment, my lips pressed into a thin line as my hands sweats against the wall I'm groping oh so tightly.

a minute passes, then I make my way down the staircase, my hand on the railing as I push as much weight as I can onto it.

finally, I'm in the liveing room.

I look at the tv screen, then to the empty sofa, and lastly the the sad coffee table.

even the furniture seems glum without the man of the household.

I turn to the right, passed the kitchen and down another hallway leading to my final destination.

the office.

my fingers wrap around the cold door knob, turning it slowly and pushing it open slower.

a breeze passes by me, tho there's no window open.

my back presses against the door as I shut it as quiet as possible, then my feet scurry to his desk, not worrying about being loud or not.

I sit in his chair and open the first drawer I see on the left and at the top.

and to my surprise, there are medicine bottles.

my hand wraps around the first one I see, an almost full bottle of extra strength Tylenol.

a part of me says not to worry about the label, there could be something completly different on the inside.

I turn the cap slowly with anticipation.

"your kidding"

the bottle is indeed filled with something different, that something being candy.

more specifically, m&ms.

"is this a joke?"I ask myself, but it appears it is not.

my father was a diabetic, so him hiding candy around the house was kind of normal.

I roll my eyes at how stupid it was, then go on to the next bottle.

my dad's savor for a long time, aswell as a few clean needles next to the small bottle of liquid life.

insaline.

with that my eyes drift away to the next item to litter the drawer.

a lipbalm rolls to the corner of the drawer, then my eyes land on the pair of wire glasses sitting in a tiny desk organising crate.

to the next odject, that being a knife.

I pick up the little pocket knife with curiosty, pressing the button and watching the blade flip up in an instant.

while I'm admirring the sharp blade, a shadow looms at the window behind me.

I turn my head slowly, as I think I make eye contact with whomever is standing behind those half open blinds, behind that window, and scarying me silly.

my eyes turn back to the drawer and I close the knife, placeing it back where I found it.

there's clearly someone outside the window, so I don't move.

for some reason, the planner that sits in the center of the desk calls me to open it up.

I grab the book, then get up to make my way out of the office, but before I do, a flash catches me off gaurd.

as if someone snapped a photo with a Polaroid camera.

I turn around, but whatever was there before had suddenly disappeared.

and because of that, so did I, back to the safety of my room.