Climbing

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I really though the tree was going to work wellll, that was until i felt a sharp jab in my cheek and then before i knew it the only traces of a wound was a small scratch. I jumped up (again) and before i knew it i was reaching for the door knob i hesitated, what if... i just stayed in here?

My gut was telling me this was a horrible ides but my mind was telling me otherwise, i reached for the door knob and, instead of twisting it, i turned the small lock on it. Knowing the lock wouldn't really do anything i looked around my room with limited hiding spots, I decided on under the bed (A.N really original i know). Then the signature ringing boomed from the living room, i stayed put knowing what would be said anyway.  

Before the ringing even stopped i heard the "thing" as I'm referring to it know, searching around the house. "BANG!" Right into my room, this wasn't going to end well, i held my breath in a gaze with my fingers and toes crossed. But as expected this thing wasn't stupid and soon found me pointed out by the heaving breathing in my ear and a wound gushing from my cheek. 

It took a couple seconds to catch my breath back after realising how close it got too e that time, the breathing in my ear and the sense of somebody, or something, in my aroma...

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