The wind beat against the two story house you lived in with your parents and younger, six year old sister; who you were babysitting for your parents as they went out for an adult Christmas party. Snow blocked the view of the night sky, creating a wall of shadowed white.
There was a freak blizzard. It cause the power to be nocked out, the roads to close, and your sixteen year old self and you sister to spend the night alone with a desperate man. You've seen him on T.V. He was an escaped convict. Charged with multiple accounts of first degree murder, assault, and rape.
And he's broken into your home.
He's in your room.
You see him go through your room as you hide with your sister in the closet. Fear starts to slowly grasp you pounding heart as you cover your sisters mouth. She's breathing heavily, but the wind drowns it out.
'What if he looks in here?' The thought briefly danced across your mind, which was desperatly trying to find a way to get your sister, your little Minnie Me, safe.
The man goes through your dresser...
'Oh my God.' Your eyes widen as he grabs a pair of your underwear and sniffs it, the smiles a cricked, spin tingling smile. He grabs a bra and leaves the room.
You wait and listen for the creaking of the stairs, indicating he is going down them. Soon you hear them then the fridge door opening.
"_Name_, I'm sacred." Your sister whimpers.
"Shhhh, Hun, it's alright. It's all gonna be alright. Okay? I won't let anything happen to you, Minnie." You called her by the nickname you gave her because she looked just like you.
Carefully, you grab a heavy coat and gloves and put them on; you grab your boots as you and your sister tiptoes out the door. You go doesn't the hall, slowly, and go to your sister's room all the way at the end of the hall, far from the stairs. You quickly and silently grab her heavy winter attire and bundle her up. You head for your fathers office- that's just across the hall- so you could both climb out the window and into the tree house right outside it.
You grab the emergency backpack, taht you begged your father to buy, from behind the office door as you shut it with care and locked it. Inside was a prepaid, fully charged cell phone.
You took it out and gave it to your sister along with the pack as you gingerly pushed open the window, but the wind must of been out for your blood. It howled as you pushed the glass panel upwards tosing a picture off the wall and sending it, crashing, to to the.
The scraping of a chair and the slow, deliberate, creaking of the stairs could be heard.
He knew you where there.
"_Name_!" You sister whispered yelled.
You put your fingers to your lip and lightly smiled to calm her worries as whispered back, "It's fine. We're just playing a game of epic hide-and-seek, okay? Nothing to fear." The creaking of the stairs stopped.
He reached your floor.
"I know your up here." The mans voice echoed even with the angry wind that ran around the office, tussling your _h/C_ hair.
"S-see?" You whispered shakily, smile quivering. "Here," You took of the bracelet you received when you were born, the one she always admired. "This is for good luck."
You took the backpack from her and shoved it out the window and into the treehouse's window. Then you pick up your sister and hugged and kissed her as the sound of banging came from your room, making you flinch.
"Come out, come out where ever your are!" More banging was heard, drawing a sob from your sister.
"I love you and mommy, and daddy, don't you ever forget that, K?" You whispered into her ear as you fought the tears from escaping you eyes.
The man was in your parents room now, which sat across from yours. You pushed your sister out the window and helped her crawl through the other.
"Come on! I won't hurt yo!" The man chuckled darkly.
"Don't move, stay down, stay quite, and call 911, okay?" you spoke just loud enough for your sister to hear you and no one else. You watched as she ducked down behind the treehouse wall and out of your sight. A tear finally escaped from your right eye as you shut the window and turned around looking for something that could protect you.
You saw a shadow stop in front of the door. You tensed but continued your search for protection.
"Come on, come on." You whispered in frustration as you ransacked the drawers. You heard a crack and a crash from behind you and whipped around with wide, frightened _e/C_ eyes.
There he was. Brown hair and facial hair, dark beady eyes. He was tall and had a beer belly. You could smell his fowl odor from where you stood The odor of blood, sweat, and lack of bathing.
Your stomach dropped and turned all at once. The fear that slithered around your racing heart now grasped it with an iron fist.
"There you are, pretty. Come here, I won't hurt you." He smiled that smile that seemed to promise nothing but harm. He ran at you, aiming to make a grab for you. You ducked under his arm but he still grabbed your hair. You screamed in pain as he yanked hard, making you fall to the ground, hitting your head hard and onto the shattered glass of the picture frame.
Then there was nothing but darkness.