KAUHU

Alone

Losing someone is hard. But the realisation that you are now alone is fucking terrifying. 48 hours ago, I was forced to watch my mum get stabbed to death. She sacrificed herself for me. The vivid memories swirl round my mind 24/7, you can never escape the feeling. The stabbing pain going through your chest, the ache in your heart, the ringing in your ears...

Now I'm alone. Terrified to step outside as I know they'll get me next. I was their target, their contracted hit, yet my mother stood in the way. The only way they could let me go free was to kill her. Now, I've got 48hours to flee. To run away from all of this, to have a chance at escaping them. But I don't flee, I stay put. I can't leave, nowhere to run, nowhere to go. Family? My mum was the last part of it. Friends? No one is ever my friend.

I timidly open the blinds with a shaky hand, peering into the dimly lit street. My supplies are running low, and I will eventually have to leave this abandoned house. But I can't. Not until I know they're gone. And I will never know that they're gone until I leave. I step back from the window, hiding from the rumble in the bush, that I caught between the flickering of the street lamp..
It's them. I know it is. Panicking I rush up the stairs. The wind, blowing the tree branches along the remainders of the window panes. I quickly gather my things. In an attempt for a quick escape. But I know I am doomed. I do not have a lot of strength left, but I find some when the front door is blown off it's hinges.
They're inside. I can't move. Frozen in my tracks. I slap a hand over my mouth so they can't hear my panicked breathing. They're coming up the stairs. I can't move, fear has my knees locked in place.

The door knob turns...

47 hours left ...