Donquixote Doflamingo - One Shots

See You Again

*Language Warning*

    My bones ached as I reached my hand over the short distance to my bedroom table to retrieve my phone. The incessant tick of my wall clock all too irritating now that I was trying to sleep. As the cold metal found its way into my hand, I immediately press the side button, eyes squinting at the harsh light blinding me temporarily. Exactly midnight, just my luck, not even past witching hour yet. I really shouldn't have watched those horror films before bed. With the harsh bang on wood my phone fell back into its spot as I groan rolling to face the opposite wall. The heavy quilt my grandmother made for me providing small comfort within its embrace from the chilly summer air filling the large farmhouse she left me.

    Unable to find the one comfortable spot on my mattress, I maneuvered my legs around to try "falling" into position, until my left foot came in contact with an object: hard yet forgiving. The relaxing night air filled with irrational fear and then quickly calmed; nothing should be on that side of the bed, but it doesn't mean my forgetful ass didn't set clothes down on the bed and not put them away. Breath shaky I began pulling my feet towards my chest and shifting to reach my nightstand again. Painfully slowly, I raised a shaky hand to the lamp switch, closing my eyes before lighting the lamp to avoid initial blinding. A sharp snap filled the air as the lamp illuminated the once pitch-dark room, only to reveal nothing.

    "That's weird... I swear I hit something on that side..." I whispered confused. Thinking deliberately for a moment, I giggled at the only solution; grandma's blanket simply balled up on that side. "Yeah, that's it." I nodded my head reaffirming it to myself, feeling my tense muscles slowly relax. Hovering over the lamp switch I took a short pause to collect myself. Finally, completely at ease, the contraction of my hand begun.

    TING, TING, TING

    The once melodious sound of my grandmother's herb room partition sounded a new and ominous tune. The irreversible tension returned to my body, muscles contracting automatically in response to the dangerous scenarios my brain created. Anxiety bubbled deep in the pits of my stomach as I grappled for any logical reason, I would be hearing this sound, but nothing came.

    Silently cursing myself for not taking my father's advice to get my concealed carry class finished before moving out into the boonies, I maneuvered my body until I felt my feet softly land on freezing hardwood floors. An intense shiver ran up my body; why are the floors so cold? It's a chilly summer night yes, but not enough to turn the boards cold. Keeping quiet I shrunk across my own house headed to the spare room directly across from mine.

    TING, TING, TING

    Fuck, whoever or whatever is inside didn't find what it wanted in the herb room.

    I rolled my eyes at my brains easygoing comment when my body was ready to start convulsing from the sheer pressure of the situation. Shaky hands reached for the spare doorknob, praying to any and all gods that opening the door would be silent. My breathing ceased to exist as I began to hear shuffling about in the living area, soft steps but noticeable. Gathering all my strength I pushed against the door causing a barely audible click to ensue. 

    Thank god.

    I reached in, arm barely brushing the door as I felt for the old bat, we used during family ball games. Not the best choice of weapon but as long as I have time to get out of the house and into the woods, I could reach the neighbors no problem. Right?

    Oh yeah. Go to the woods, great idea. Not like we weren't just yelling at broads on a TV screen because they were running from something scary into the woods.