By Dawn

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The cold air blew around angrily outside. I sat in my room reading when I heard a knocking sound against the floor; the sound of footsteps. I glanced up from my book and looked straight ahead of me; a tall, lean, dark figure stood on the other side of the room. He took one more step forward and I saw the man completely. I didn’t recognize him; he wore a heavy black coat along with black shoes and a black top hat. He had smoky grey eyes and what I could see through his hat, chestnut hair.

I stood still, almost in a trance. Then, he placed his hand in a large pocket at his side, and pulled out gun. A gun! I wanted to move but I couldn’t. I was stuck.

I felt like sprinting across the room, but I wouldn’t budge. He lifted the gun up, ready to pull the trigger. As quick as lightning I flew over my bed, onto the floor and under it. I screamed. Then I woke up.

I woke up! It was all a dream. It seemed too real, how was it only a dream? I wouldn’t usually think of things like that, I always seemed so calm and relaxed. Why was I dreaming of dying? I ignored my dream and threw my blanket off of me onto the floor.

It was dark and rainy outside. There was a huge grey swath of clouds which covered the sky. The rain came down like a hail of bullets on the roof. I dragged myself out of my bed, and walked to the hatch. I lived on the third floor of our apartment. It used to be the attic, but because there were only two bedrooms in total in our house, my father fixed the attic up to make me my own room.

It was quite stuffy and dark, but that’s why I liked it so much. A few months later, my dad carved me a window, because my mother kept complaining I didn’t have any natural light. The window was a square about the size of an oven. Even though it was small, it had tied the room together. I would always look out of it when I felt sad or scared. It overlooked the street I lived on; First Street.

It faced the Bello’s house and the Smith’s house as well as the pebbly street and our pine tree in the front yard. My dad and I planted it when we first moved in the house; when I was five years old. Now being fourteen, it has grown to be massive. My whole room was so different from the rest of the house. Downstairs was so old-fashioned and open, while my room was the opposite; not new and advanced, but more spontaneous and free. I opened the hatchet and climbed down the latter which brought me to the corner of the hallway, just next to the staircase leading me downstairs.

Instead of going down, I walked past my parent’s room and the bathroom, through the extra room to my brother’s space. I never really called it a room because it didn’t seem like a room. The people who lived in the house before us had built it for extra space for their daughters. The place didn’t even have a door, it was a closet door. You couldn’t even close it properly much less lock it. I knocked on the door, and as I tapped my hand on it, it swung open.

I found Cameron on his laptop and Jamie sleeping in his cot. Cameron, my older brother, looked up at me. He had hazel eyes and shaggy chestnut hair. He sat on a pile of blankets which were stacked in the floor the night before by Jamie. He had headphones stuck in his ears, but when I entered without even looking up he knew I was there.

            “What’s up?” he asked with a monotone voice. He wasn’t worried about waking Jamie up, because both Cameron and I knew Jamie was a deep sleeper, and it took a lot to wake him up. It was eight o’clock, and looking out from Cameron’s window I only just noticed how wet and showery it was outside. Cameron raised his eyebrow, waiting for a response.

            “Not much,” I began. He shrugged then went back to typing something on his laptop. He seemed quite concentrated on what he was doing, almost forgetting, or trying to forget, that I was there. I approached his bed and sat on it and leaned against the wall. Next to his bed was Jamie’s cot on the other side of the room. One cot, on bed, a dresser, a closet, a bookshelf and two bedside tables was all that was in the room.