It was now the first night of being back at home in my own bed. I was glad to be back in my own bed and not that firm uncomfortable hospital bed. It was ten o'clock so Michael had just left to go to work and i was here alone. I figured I should probably try and get some rest, so i got up turned off the lights and grabed my phone before settling into bed. I played some music to help me get to sleep and 15 minutes later I started drifting off to sleep. Then i heard a slight creek like my front door opening. I jolted awake and grabed the knife out of the top drawer of the dresser and headed out to the living room. When I got there I saw that someone was standing in the kitchen, but i couldn't tell who it was. I gripped the knife tightly and then turned the kitchen light on. It was Michael. "The hell are you doing home?" I asked.
"Ohhh, about that-" Michael started.
"What about it you scared the hell out of me I thought the house had been broken into!?!?" I shouted.
"I was gonna tell you this in the morning, but i guess that's not gonna happen. I got fired."
"Just now???"
"...yeah"
"Well what happened?"
"I don't know when i got to work my boss just told me that i was no longer needed."
"Well what the hell's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know. I was gonna try to find out tomorrow."
"I hope you realize that I'm gonna help."
"I figured."
