"Turn down the television Mom! I'm trying to study!", i shouted as walked out of the kitchen and climbed the stairs back up to my room. She knew i couldn't stand the slightest inkling of noise when i had to study, let alone a full volume TV.
"Oh come on Ali, it's the best part of the show! The CEO's going to tell them they're on undercover boss!", screamed my mom. She always spent hours watching the television after work, sometimes she didn't even bathe til past midnight. "Gross!", i thought to myself.
I had a test tomorrow. Well, they called it a quiz but it basically weighed half the module so who were they kidding really? My brain hurt from the studying. My eyelids were getting droopy...but i knew i couldn't sleep yet, i still had six chapters to go..."Mustn't fall asleep, Mustn't fall asleep!" i kept repeating subconsciously to myself as everything around me went dark and i plonked my head on the table.
*Beep Beep*
I sprang up. I darted my gaze to the ugly alarm clock dad bought for me as a gift. Twelve' O clock in the morning. "Ugh..." i mumbled to myself. A three hour nap? Looks like my sleep schedule's all Topsy turvy again. I sat upright and flipped open my laptop. Just then:
*Clang*
I heard a loud shattering downstairs. It sounded like someone had smashed through the glass window. "A burglar? A thief?" I pulled my bed sheet covers aside and stuck my hand under the bed. There it was: My 2007 Dodgers baseball bat. It was even autographed.
I slowly crept toward my room door and pushed it wide. The hinges made loud creaks. I'll be honest, whoever that was downstairs probably already knew i was coming down due to the dumb door. "Oh well", i thought to myself, and darted down the stairs.
Glass. Glass everywhere. The window was shattered and there were droplets of blood all around the it. "Heeeeeeeeeey Aliiiiii", i heard someone slur loudly. I flicked on the lights and at once the room was illuminated. There at the corner of the room, was an ugly, haggered old man, in his hand a sharp, half broken bottle of whatever was left. Probably Vodka.
Mr Weiss. It seemed like he was drunk again, or worse, on drugs. Mr Weiss was one of the neighbors on the opposite side of the street. He had a horrible reputation, always getting high and barging into houses at night although i had never seen him shatter a window before.
"Mr Weiss", i said firmly, "You're gonna have to pay for that you know?". I heard my mom run down the stairs. "Paaaay? No way you bastard, i ain't paying for shit" Mr Weiss groaned in a slurred voice. I could see Mr Weiss grip the half bottle in his hand tighter.
"CALL THE COPS MOM!" i yelled.
I had a bad feeling about this.
He charged at me with the bottle, swinging it everywhere. I barely dodged. I could tell one slash from that broken bottle would leave me bleeding all over the place. "Man... i can't bleed over the carpet", i thought to myself..We just had it changed! I could hear my mom screaming as Mr Weiss kept going at me. As Mr Weiss slowed to catch his breath, i swung my bat once and it landed with a loud thud on Mr Weiss's lower jaw. He just looked at me. I could see into his bloodshot eyes, they meant to kill. My only instinct was to protect my mom and survive.
All i had to do was to not get stabbed before the cops arrived. Sounded simple enough eh? Mr Weiss gripped his bottle even tighter as he came at me again, swinging it haphazardly all over and one edge of the bottle ran past my arm. Droplets of blood hit the white carpet. "Oh great, now we'll have to wash it again." i mumbled to myself. Mr Weiss looked as dazed as ever. I took this chance to swing my bat at his bottle. The bottle smashed itself to bits as the shards tinkled all over the floor.
Mr Weiss lunged at me, grabbing my bat. We started wrestling for control of the bat as the sirens outside started sounding louder and louder. My mom was still screaming. "GET HELP MA!"was all i could shout at her. I felt the bat slide out of my hands. Mr Weiss gripped it tightly with his cold, veiny fingers and took a swing at my head.
Then everything went black.
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The birds chirped. The light beeping of a machine could be heard. I felt light poking through my closed eyes. How annoying. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that i was in a very white colored room. The bed sheets were white, the walls were white. "Ah..Hospital" i thought to myself. Mr Weiss must have knocked me out real good.
I saw the room door slide aside as this middle aged, grey hair man came in. He was wearing a doctors' coat. He looked tired.
"Hey, how did i get here? Where's my mom?", i asked him.
He frowned.
"Son, i have to tell you something. You've been asleep now, for eight years."
