Chapter 2
I woke up in my bed, was it a dream? Or was it real? I wasn’t sure. I went to sit up and once again felt that sharp pain, I whined in pain and clenched my side. So it wasn’t a dream… I looked down at the wound and saw it was patched up. I’m confused; did I patch myself up last night? I slowly stand up and made my way to the kitchen. The blood was gone, but there was a stain where it was, and it began to grow mold.
Already? Gross. I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a coffee cup. Caffeine probably wasn’t good for me at the moment, but I craved it. I turned on the coffee pot to warm up yesterday’s coffee. I ran my fingers through my hair… What was going on last night? How am I still alive? It didn’t make any sense. I looked to the floor as I walked out of the kitchen and saw shoe prints, but they weren’t my shoes. My eyes widen and I quickly start to look around the house. Was he still in the house? I hope not, I looked everywhere, even the attack and cellar. But nobody was to be seen. I walk back into the kitchen, by then my coffee was already warmed up and ready to be consumed. I pour myself a cup and sat on the couch, staring at the door, pondering last night. It wasn’t a dream, but it seemed like it was. It hurt to breathe; every time I inhaled the pain in my side attacked me. How did I end up in my bed? Did that… that thing? Put me there? And if so, why?
Things didn’t make sense. I started to doze off, when I heard a thud in my room. I jumped up and ran to my room. Nothing. I began to feel fear, please not again, please. I walked back to the couch, taking deep breathes, to calm myself down. I glanced at the clock. It was already 5 pm? What? … How long was I asleep? My eyes and cheeks were dry from all the crying last night. Thank god it’s over. I heard my stomach complain as I felt hungry. I slowly stood up, still feeling the sharp pain in my side, just… Not as bad as it was when it first happened. I opened the fridge, peering into it as I pull out leftovers from the other day. It was lasagna. I looked at it, examining the cheese and sauce that has slid off of the pasta noodles. I shrugged and pulled out a plate for it. Carefully, I put it in the plate, scooping up the cheese and placing it back on the lasagna as I popped it in the microwave.
I walk back the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. How am I so calm? I don’t understand. I peer down the hall, walking towards the bathroom and pull out the medical kit from the medicine cabinet. I need to change the dressing for the wound. As I reach for the gauze a noise made me jump. DING! I sighed and rolled my eyes. It was just the microwave. I slowly take off the tape, hearing the sound of it peeling, prying itself away from my skin. It hurt to even do just that. I stop and cry out in pain. It hurt. It hurt badly. I breathe in deeply and breathe out slowly. I start to talk some sense into me and convince myself that I can do this. “Okay, okay… C’mon it’s just like a band aid, quick and easy, quick and easy, you can do it.” I say to myself in a hushed tone, as if someone else was in the house and I didn’t want them to hear me talk to myself.
