Poison- H.S

eleven

I wake up with a sudden intense feeling in the bottom of my abdomen.

I need to pee. Bad.

When I open my eyes, I see Four lying on the floor sound asleep. I had almost forgotten that he was here.

I don't want to get out of bed to go to the bathroom because I don't have any pants on. What if Four wakes up and sees me? Where did I even put them? I sit up and look around for a second until I spot them on them on the floor a few feet away. Them must've fallen while I was asleep.

I quickly get out of bed and start to put them on. "I can see your ass," Four grumbles in a sleepy voice. I quickly pull them over my underwear and untuck my shirt.

"What, no you can't." I can already feel my cheeks flush. Being in the dark is a good thing in times like this because he can't see my face turning red.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"Bathroom," I say. Four falls back asleep almost instantly.

When I get into the bathroom, I turn the light on and see that it's still dark outside. It's also raining. Living in Maywood Oregon, we get all of stormy weather from the coast. The mountains catch the clouds and then we're stuck under a constant cloud of rain.

I cannot believe Four saw me in my underwear.

No, he probably didn't see anything. Surely he said it because he enjoys making me uncomfortable. It was dark anyway, so if he could see, he probably didn't see much anyways.

I flush the toilet and out my pants back on. When I look in the mirror I almost scare myself and have to bring my hand up to my mouth to stop a small scream from escaping.

My hair has gone completely wild, frizzed out in all directions. Immediately I wash my hands and then fix it, putting it up in a high ponytail so when I get up in a few hours, it won't be messy.

When I leave the bathroom, I hear a faint noise on the floor below. It sounds almost like a whistle? As if someone was boiling water on the stove in the kettle.

Is it Four? Why would he be boiling water this early in the morning? I enter my room and see Four still sound asleep on the floor. So what's the noise coming from downstairs.

"Four. Four wake up." He doesn't wake up, just stirs in his sleep. I give him a couple taps on his shoulder, "Four, wake up!"

"What?" He murmurs.

"I think there's someone downstairs, I heard something."

"What?" Almost immediately he gets up, exposing his naked torso and his baggy briefs on his hips. I look away.

"Yeah, I heard a noise downstairs. I don't own any pets so it has to be a person. My dad wouldn't be home so soon either." I start to get really nervous at the thought of a stranger walking around in my house. What if there really is someone downstairs, and that someone is the same someone who threw the rock through my window earlier?

"Stay here, I'll go check it out." I listen to him and get into my bed. He puts his jeans on and then leaves the room, closing the door after he exits.

I hear his footsteps walk through the hall and then down the stairs. I lie down and cover my body with my comforter.

"Please let it be nothing, please let it be nothing," I whisper to myself several times. Sometimes it helps me to say it out loud. What if there really is someone downstairs and they're armed? And if they try to attack me or Four? What if they have already attacked Four and are now coming for me? A couple of minutes go by and Four still hasn't come back up. I start to worry. A gruesome image of Four lying on the ground, on the verge of death while an axed murderer creaks up the stairs starts to form in my head.