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Hearing the buzzing sound of my mother's car pulling out of our driveway, I squeezed my eyes shut and snuggled a little deeper into the feather soft blankets on my bed as my aching body yearned for sleep.
To sleep away all the burning fatigue.
To sleep away all the endless struggles.
To sleep away all the constant pain.
But I can't.
I know I can't.
For all those haunting nightmares and the terrors of day kept me from dreaming through a peaceful nights rest.
As I slowly opened my weary eyes beams of moonlight lit the skies, piercing through my curtains, breaking through the dark abyss of night.
Reaching up to the little lamp on my table, I turned on the light.
Standing up my body trembled, begging me to stop. Begging for rest.
With the last of my energy I pushed away my bed side table, opening the floor board beneath.
I shouldn't do this. This is a bad idea, but do I really have a choice?
My eyes remained in a daze looking down into darkness.
Vandalized black laptop.
Daunting pieces of a file.
Couple of neatly stacked money.
Bloodstained shirt covering a silver blade.
Silver quarter marked with a black ink 'sorry'
Shaking the petrified feeling of opening up this dark hole of secrets, I leaned down grabbing one single stack of money.
As I slowly tried pushing my bed side table back, a hard knock coming from downstairs made my body froze.
Eagerly I listened, but nothing.
Shaking my head I crouched down tying up my sneakers, grabbing my jacket before searching for my phone on my bed.
Come on. Where is it? Ahhh.
After completely ruffling up my bed I finally found my phone, rapped up in the blankets.
As I slipped it into my back pocket a hard bang echoed throughout the house once again.
My eyes widened in shock, as the fear send energy like ice cold water running down my back, completely waking me up.
I slowly turned around, listening.
"You heard that too." A deep voice behind me spoke.
Whipping around, my heartbeat burst through my chest before seeing Jordan.
"Sh*t Jordan. Don't do that!" I silently scolded him.
He shrugged walking towards my door. "Aren't you going to check it out?" He asked arching his eyebrows.
"Can't you?" I asked in disbelief.
"You know I can't." He smiled leaning up against the wall.
Swallowing the lump down my throat I reached down beneath my bed, pulling out an old yellow aluminum baseball bat.
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