The Stranger

Chapter 1 - Why did i do that?

      I was at home chilling watching SpongeBob until I heard knocks on my door. And they weren't gentle knocks, no. They were loud, impatient police knocks. I walked downstairs, while mentally questioning who was at the door.

      "Hold on, I'm coming!" I yell to the unknown human outside my door. I looked at them through the peephole, and all I could see was a dark, tall figure of a male. Every part of me screamed not to open the door, but my kind-hearted personality thought they needed help. So yknow what I did? I opened the door, like a cliche white girl in books.

     I was greeted with a gun pointed directly at my forehead. He pushed me inside, shut the door, and covered my mouth.

     "If tyou scream, cry, or call the police, I will blow your brains out, got it?" he said, seriously. I nodded my head, letting a few tears fall onto his hand. He removed his hand from my face and wiped my tears on his shirt.

   "Do you live alone?" he asked, observing the house, carefully. I was gonna say no, but then I thought back to my small teacup puppy in my room.

      " If dogs count, then no, but other than that yes." I say quietly. Honestly, I would very much like to get my dog and run away while calling the cops. But that would be almost impossible. Because, I would have to wait until he sleeps, so I can run without him shooting at me.

     For once, I regret being nice to people. Stupid heart feeling the need to be kind. He went upstairs and I heard him opening and closing doors. I guess he didn't trust me. I mean he did point a gun at me, and scare me for a couple minutes. Shouldn't I be the one not trusting him.

    I stalked upstairs, trying to be quiet and went into my room. I shut the door and continued watching SpongeBob and Patrick whilst holding Popcorn, my puppy, in my lap. Well, if I'm gonna be in my home with a stranger, I might as well get used to it. Because by the looks of it he won't be leaving anytime soon.

                   ~chapter end~