I'm sat on my bed crossed-legged with clutter circling my already anxious self. These thing consisted of: tangled earphones, a black and white checkered backpack, a half finished book with one of those 3D moving bookmarks slotted between pages, a phone encased in a pink phone case, an open notebook and a pink corduroy jacket.
The items engulf me, entering my brain, gathering at my conscience. The thoughts of the mess on my bed alone make me scared.
They begin to mock me with their taunting eyes, as if I was one of them, a misplaced item, but an unwelcome one.
I close my eyes and try not to think about it anymore.
I lean my head back until it hits the wall behind me, breathing in heavily through my nose.
I begin to cough and splutter, gasping for air I clasp my bed sheets beneath me, turning my knuckles ghostly white.
The thought of dying floated across my mind, slowly seeping its way to my conscience.
I thought I was alone.
It became clear that I wasn't, not anymore at least.
My door shattered into thousands of splintering pieces leaving my bedroom even more of a fess pool for rubbish, debris, and misplaced items.
A herd of men hurried into my room wearing dense, dark, and slightly damaged body suits with many small pockets garnishing their chests.
Adorned on their heads were compact helmets with blacked-out visors covering of what I can only assume to be years of suffering and pain reflecting through their eyes using a physical object to block out anyone from noticing it.
Their extensive guns embellishing their outfits making the whole look complete.
One of the people picked me up as I begin to slowly stop choking and start fading away into a mere nothing.
As the people rummage around the rest of the house, they notice nobody home.
"Clear."
"This one's clear."
"Clear over here."
I hear them yell at each other until they reach the living room of which my dog, Bella, was in, wagging her tail uncontrollably and yapping with excitement. They put her on her leash, grabbing one of her toys and dashing to the front door.
As we reach halfway down the street to glaring van, I hear an ear-splitting noise shortly followed by a wave of heat causing a burning sensation to flood my body.
I take one last look at my cherished home but only to see a raging illumination of flames slowly distort to a blur of auburn and tangerine then to darkness.
The men throw my almost lifeless body in the back of the van along with Bella and her toy.
I thought moving to this town would prevent this exact scenario from happening again, I thought we would be safe again, I thought now we could live normal lives.
But I thought wrong .
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