I ran to my door ready to prie it open. But first I looked through the peek hole. This would have been pointless to any normal person but I hade keen eyesight. So when I looked through I knew exactly who was looking back. His jet black hair was plastered to his face, covering his eyes. He had a midnight blue shirt stuck to his skin, and baggy jeans practically falling off him. All I could do was stare. He had come back. Or had he? What was He doing here? If he had come back, why now? Was he here for….me? Oh please be here for me, please.

It took me 30 minutes to find the door. I hade bumped into a window and gradually found the door. Once my knee painfully hit the doorknob, I stood back and started to bang on the door. My hands balled together in some kind of v shape I raised my fist over my head and slammed it over and over with all the strength I hade. Nobody was answering. I was starting to fell tired. Not good. I clasped my freezing and hurting hands on the door knob. It was frozen shut. I put on foot on the wall next to the door and pulled with all my might. The door unloged and out came tumbling a woman. She hade obviously looking through the peek hole. I landed hard on the ground and the lady landed on me. Everything started to get fuzzy. I drifted off into a forced sleep.