The Hunt For Sapphire {SAMPLE}

The house next door

{Diana p.o.v}

I slept peacefully on my purple and black canopy bed. Inside the story of my quiet room house peace, with no signs of nearby neighbors shouting and cursing at one another. It has marked the best nights in the universe and I wish no one, no sensible neighbor moves next to us..

Bang!!!

My entire body jerked up from the bed, into a sitting position. "What the heck!" I exclaim in frustration.

All the sleep I needed vanished from my eyes as I searched frantically around me for signs of attacks. My confused state was because I had watched Annabell late last night before going to bed. That could serve as a true logical explanation to this situation I think I am in.

Well, from my childhood experience and fears I have to rely on one habit my father thought me. "CALM DOWN!" So I calmed my racing heart and laid back without the covers on me. When nothing seems out of the ordinary I slowly relaxed and I closed my eyes again tucking myself back into bed when...

Crack! Bang!!!

"What the-" My body accidentally threw itself out of bed and against the dresser beside it causing my temple to bang loudly at the edge. After that crackling banging sound, my body was the next noise to fill the air. I landed like a sack of potatoes on the rug. I rubbed my forehead and right temple to ease the migraine wanting to spread all over my poor head.

First things first, I checked my head for minor and serious injuries before spilling rants meanwhile I am trying to get up my feet without falling dizzy to the floor. After a minute of struggling to stay put, I made it then checked the table clock which said 2:30 am and I feel pissed to the butt.

Who in their right sense wakes up by two in the morning to cause this much noise? Interrupting my beauty sleep and giving me a morning headache!. I crawled back on my bed in hopes of not getting spooked by the lunatic doing this because Rosalind hasn't come up to check on me. She would dash in here even at the drop of a pin trying to protect me, that's how paranoid she can be when it comes to me.

I leaned back, against the headboard of my bed unable to find sleep it was this moment I wished I could murder the arse hole. On the floor, under my study desk I spot the double hairband I have been searching for since Monday. 'how did you get there?' I remembered vividly I kept that piece of treasure in my accessory box how it got under my study desk I can't explain but I went to pick it anyway.

As I bent under the table the startling sound of a bomb-like sound caused an involuntary action to take place in my body, making me hit my head really hard under the steel desk, by now I was seeing stars and angels dancing around my head.

"Ouch! Flummery bict!" I cussed at the sudden sharp pain and how frustrated I feel. Good mothers, I raised many stupid cusses and swears my head could create while rubbing the back of my head in a circular motion.

'two attacks in one night! oh I am going to murder someone!'

Oh my gosh, I could feel another headache forming already. My greatest relief is not passing out, except for the few stars I see dancing around my head. Footsteps came running from the hall and my door opened revealing my foster Mom Rosalind. Rosalind and her husband Leo were the only ones who can love and tolerate my insane self, and I love them too.

She had a worried expression plastered on her face when she entered, Rosalind took a good look around my room for any further damage or break-in. Yeah, I was the one causing the damage, I get it!

"Are you okay?" She asked me.

"Si Madre." I answered in Spanish still clutching my head as I tried to relieve the throbbing, I was lucky I didn't pass out from the impact because I was lightheaded when it comes to knocking myself out, like the first time I knocked myself with a watermelon.

But I swear one day, just one day I will kill that person who did this to me if he ever continues this in the future. I said that because I am convinced it is a he and not a she.

"Are you sure, cause you don't look so good." She stepped fully into the room and moved closer to examine my face and hands for injuries.

"I am fine Mom it is just a little headache from that stupid desk." I pointed an accusing finger at my poor table. "Who was the person causing so much noise anyways, I clearly remembered we never had a neighbor for the past two months and we made sure of it."

"A new neighbor I guess, heard he just moved in." She replied not really feeling the good vibe of this new neighbor, neither was I.

"Now? By this hour?" I exclaim in disbelief. "Who moves into a place in the middle of the night ruining people's sleep?" I randomly asked she shrugs.

"How come? And if he likes so much noise why have it here where it is peaceful?" I asked getting pissed at this new neighbor for ruining my beauty sleep, the annoying thing is that I can't even get back to it, I will knock down his door then strangle him with a tuna fish and finally blow him into the air with whatever he is blowing up till I am satisfied.

"You are not thinking of a way to kill him are you?" Mom asked giving me a disapproving look. I stared at her confused before realizing I accidentally spilled out the same threats I always used to threaten Kaycee each time he annoys me.

"Of course not Mom, I can't kill him even if I wanted to, I just feel pissed." I told her because it was the truth.

"If you say so. Get back to sleep we'll talk at daylight." She said and kissed my forehead, before leaving my room. I just sat there watching her leave, I didn't know what to do since sleep was not coming anytime soon.

I walked towards my window to find the bastard that disturbed my sleep since he was our new neighbor which is the next house by my window. It was much easier for me to see the lawn and partly the right side of the house. I peeped behind the thin curtains in my room to have a glimpse of the once-abandoned lawn that was now stacked with boxes and other stuff I can't tell.

I saw a guy or man, he was tall but I could not tell if he was young, old, or handsome because his face was quite blurry due to the distance between my window and the dim street lamps. He was loading and unloading something, I watched as he held those heavy things like it was nothing, liking this new side of entertainment I decided to watch a little bit longer by leaning on the window frame and using the curtains as a shield. I took another look at how he was pulling a few stuff and dragged some.

Once he was done packing the stuff scattered on the lawn he dragged a violet medium size trunk from the van, it seemed like he wanted to open it but he paused briefly then slowly turned his head looking left to right, seeing as everyone who came out were now gone he returned to opening the trunk he was halfway through when his head suddenly snapped in my direction.

No way in hell is that possible, I swear his reflexes are super fast and sickening. I thought his neck would probably snap from the speed, but when he stared coldly into my eyes I was frozen on the spot.

My heart pounded so fast and I was able to unfreeze and hid behind the curtains. I stayed like that and just hoped he didn't see my face. Then carefully, I emerged taking sneaky peeks through my curtains only to see he wasn't there. I came out of my hiding spot and took another look checking every corner for the mysterious neighbor but he had disappeared with the trunk like smoke leaving the lawn empty and deserted.

"How did he manage to get rid of all those stuff within two minutes?" I wondered out aloud.I hopped into bed and tried getting some sleep in other to remove this mysterious guy out of my mind cause I am kinda creeped out.

I tossed and turned thinking of what this mystery guy was up to, why did it bother me I don't know. I have to be careful with this mystery guy as much as possible because most of my thoughts were of him breaking into my room and murdering me in my sleep with a big chef knife.

After many disturbing thoughts and fear, sleep finally came and I welcomed it.