Roommates

🐈‍⬛ Ian 🐈‍⬛

THUNK.
I heard the noise from my room definitely coming from the kitchen. I knew instantly that my roommate, Marcus, was home. I sat up in bed my body aching and my short legs dangling off the edge. I reach over my hand finding my precious kitty plushie Mr. Whiskers. I had a good feeling what that noise was but something in me said I had to check and make sure. Due to my small frame I basically had to jump off the side of my bed, Mr. Whiskers clutched at my side. My footsteps making the floor creek under my weight. I look up at the door handle about a foot higher than I could reach. Doors had always been a weakness to me, I could never reach the handles. I turn, my eyes darting around the room for something to give me a lift. Most days I didn't need to worry about this. Marcus's friend usually stayed here most nights and would help me out. Three feet five inches and living in a home built for a man taller than six feet apparently gave him sympathy for me. Well that and only being six also hit a soft spot in his heart. However today Evan went to school. He doesn't go very often most days he doesn't leave the bedroom. That's why I see Evan so much we both tend to stay in the bedroom. But Marcus told him to go to school or he'd kick him out. Marcus then said a lot more things but I didn't understand them. Wait what was I talking about? Oh right Evan. Most days he'd help me out when it came to reach high things, it was nice. He was... The kindest guest in this house.

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I almost gave up on opening the door when I remembered the other day I got a gift. Well a gift of sorts. In the closet there was a stool. I'm not sure where it came from but sometimes things just appeared there. That was where the very plushie that was dangling in my hand came from. But thinking about that wasn't important. I rushed over to the closet my bare feet pattering against the floor. I search through the closet pushing through the clothes. The closet expended further than anyone would think but that was just another thing in this house that we didn't question. It kept getting darker and darker until my legs hit something and I fell over. My arms fell out in front of me trying to protect myself while also causing my plushie to fall limply to the floor. I tried to scream but nothing came out. I hit the ground hard, falling flat on my face and skidding across the hardwood floor.

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Tears whelmed behind my eyes and I wanted to cry but then I remembered Marcus telling me never to cry. I took in a quick sharp breath my body trembling as I sucked the tears back. After a few more deep breaths I manage to calm my emotions and pull myself together. I could feel a throbbing pain in my knee and something warm tricking down my leg, but I ignored it. Blindly in the dark I searched for Mr. Whiskers. Eventually my fingers brushed against something soft and wrapped around the leg of my plush. I slowly sit up a throbbing pain in my head but I bite it back. I crawl around and feel what I tripped over and found it was the stool. I could see a little light from where the closet ended. I placed Mr. Whiskers on top of the stool and begin to push it towards that light. I was probably twenty feet into the closet however it only took a few seconds till I was back in the bedroom. The bright lights now hurt my eyes after they'd adjusted to the darkness. I continue to push the stool till it hit gently against the door with a small thud. I stood up and climbed onto the stool finally being able to reach the door handle. It turns in my small hands and the door opens. Before I can stop it my weight against the door causes it to give way so fast I tumble forwards and hit the ground. Now in the light I could see the red running down my leg in thin strips. Turns out my previous fall gave me an ugly scratch on my knee and I'm sure crawling nor falling again helped. Despite the abuse it'd been through at this point it had mostly stopped bleeding. I silently prayed Marcus wouldn't come over and see me. I wasn't supposed to leave the room unless he said I could. Some days I got lucky and could sneak out, but not today. It didn't take long for Marcus to find me sitting on the floor, bedroom door wide open and a stool just behind the threshold of room. I saw the angry boil on his face but more importantly I saw the blood on his hands and my suspicions of that noise,
Were confirmed.