Him

Have you ever been alone? Ever seen a figure stand at the end of your garden? Ever been too scared to open your eyes? Ever travelled the world on the run? I have, and it all happened last week.

It was 10pm and the silence was eerie. All I could hear was the beating of my heart, thumping against my ribcage. Mom said she would be home at 6. She was late, which was unusual. I had school the next day, I needed to sleep. My mind began racing, terrible thoughts filled my mind. What if she got murdered? What if she abandoned me? What if she was never coming back?

Suddenly a noise filled the silence. A ringing, it was the phone. I picked it up slowly, my hands trembling. "He-e-e-l-lo" I managed to stutter. The voice on the other end was deep, I, never heard the voice before. It said one syllable but with such a ferocious tone. "Run". Then the line went dead. Panic rushed through my body, I was frozen to the spot, my body refusing to move. Smash. I looked around a rock had flew through my window. I walked towards the rock with caution, there was a piece of paper stuck to it. The paper read, 'I told you once, run'.

I stared out the window, which had now been smashed allowing cold air to rush into the room. There was a dark figure standing at the back of my garden, slowly approaching. That's when it clicked, I had to move and fast. I turned around and rushed to the door, my hands still trembling, successfully managed to fit the key into the lock. Forwards I fell, as the door sprung open, I was left flat on the ground. I pushed myself up and managed to keep running. I had to get as far away as I could. At 9 years old this shouldn't have been my life.

Where to go, I had never been outside of the house alone since my father had died. Burned alive by a fire which had burned down the field that used to be known as merdocia woods. That one syllable had ruined my life, I was just settling down in a new town, with a new life when one word had completely ruined everything. Run.