No Need.

Chapter 1

I ushered into my bedroom after what I had just witnessed. There was a man downstairs. He was about my size with abnormally long limbs, they were almost dragging him to the ground. I don't think he saw me, after all I was only looking through the banister and it is pitch black with the curtains closed. He can't have, But what if he did? What in the world would I do? I would be trapped in my room on the second story with no form of combat knowledge and not even some sort of weapon... Well that's not really true, there was the rusty blade I got from my grandfather. But that wouldn't even withstand being taken out of the hard leather cover. I was screwed! There was no way out. I scanned the back of my mind to try locate the misplaced blade, it had to be here somewhere. I finally came to realize that it was in the same place it had been for the past two years... Under my bed. There was no way I could go under my bed with out informing him of my location, it was a risk I could not bare to take. There must be a different way to get to it, there's always an alternative. Maybe if I could fish it out with a blanket, but still he'd hear the boxes of clothing moving on the floor. We had very squeaky floorboards meaning I could not take a few steps to get to the room next door, My fathers room;  now that was a risk worth taking. there was a gun in my fathers room, more specifically a glock 22 with a strobe light attachment. But still floorboards would give away my position, there was no way out. Without sustaining an injury at least. 

I had to do something, I wasn't just going to sit there and let him raid my house. Of all nights my parents could've gone out, it had to be tonight didn't it. I hadn't lost everything yet though... I still had my phone, I could still inform someone of my situation. I picked the receiver up of my bed side table and held it next to my ear whilst I hesitantly tapped in the number. "999, whats your emergency?" I whispered my answer into to microphone. "Police please," the phone hissed at me as it transferred me to the correct station. "Hello this is the Cheshire police department, how may we be of assistance?" The secretary's voice was soothing and calming, I replied as quietly as possible "I am home alone, and I have an intruder in my house" she told me to calm down and find a safe place to hide, but the only place i knew I'd be safe was in my fathers room with that gun. Knowing I could protect my self, I opened my door to have a better sense of where he was and what he was doing. I told her that I couldn't stay in my room and that he'd find me and if he did I wouldn't be able to protect myself.

 After minutes of persuasion she allowed me to hang up and go into my fathers room and grab the gun and then come back and call the station back and ask for Barbara. The journey began by me taking the step from the bottom of my door frame to the center of the landing, I then proceeded to take my right foot and placed it about an inch away from the stained door. The door creaked open at the slightest prod from my finger and I was officially in the clear, A slight grin crossed my face as I entered the room. I began the search for the sacred element to my survival, I had a small idea of where it might've been so without a doubt I checked there first. It appeared that I was correct, happy with myself I grabbed it out of the draw... "Thunck!" the magazine had dropped out of the gun and the bullets scattered across the dusty floor. "Thud, Thud, Thud" I heard the man charging upstairs after the crash on the floor, what would he do? I knew I was going to be found. Reluctantly I took my fate and froze in my position, it wasn't worth struggling I would be caught either way. 

"Wham" the first door on the landing opened and he investigated thoroughly throughout the room, in the closet, under the bed, under the covers, behind the curtains. He didn't find anything but an overfull laundry basket and a family picture. "Wham" my bedroom door swung open and the door handle dented the wall, my father always told me to be careful of that and if it happened I'd be paying for a replacement. I had bought myself sometime too think, as my room was bigger and had more possible hiding spots than any other in the house, I was still frozen to the bone. Nothing had changed except my stomach began churning and head was aching. He checked my room the same as he checked the last. In the closet, under the bed, under the covers , and finally behind the curtains. Once again, nothing was found. "Wham" the bathroom door slung open and I heard a slight grunt exit his mouth. there was not as much for him to check this time, I was in the room next to the bathroom so undoubtedly I'd be found in a matter of seconds. Would he try to mess around with my head first or would he get straight to the point. All these things I didn't know, but wanted the answers to were taunting me. I was motionless and began to imagine how death would feel, would it hurt? Would it take long? How Would my parents find out? Would they find out? I have wished for many things throughout life and this is not one.