Memories
Chapter 1
Is He Back?
Sunlight filtered through the dark green drapes to bring light to the inky room. The light revealed a thin layer of dust on the furniture that gave off the impression that it had been a while since the last time it had been cleaned.
The light shined directly onto a black bed with a sleeping teenage boy in it.
The boy groaned and pulled the soft, fluffy, dark green blanket over his head. He clearly wasn't ready to get up.
A knock on his bedroom door caused him to fall out of his bed and hit his head on the nightstand. He slowly got up, rubbing the back of his head.
There was an aluminum baseball bat by his nightstand for reasons he didn't like to talk about. He picked the bat up by it's base and held it like it he going to hit an incoming baseball.
As he made his way to the door, there was another knock followed by silence. It was unnerving for him. It meant the person was still there.
He slowly and cautiously turned the door knob. His mind and heart raced thinking about the memories. His hands became shaky and sweaty and began to open the door. His breathing became shallower. His pupils became enlarged.
Jerking the door open and raising the bat, he was ready to strike the person out.