When I opened my eyes a piercing ray of light almost forced them back close but I quickly sat up. A throbbing pain in my head greeted me and I groaned. My eyes closed. Robert. My eyes snapped open and I felt my pulse accelerate. Oh my God. What happened to Robert? Where was he? Was he hurt?
My breath coming out in uneven, ragged gasps, I stood and made my way to the door. My hand paused halfway to the doorknob. The wooden doorknob. My breath hitched and I gasped in horror. Turning quickly, I took a complete survey of the room I was locked in.
"No," I whispered. "No, this can not be happening."
My house. I was locked in my old house.
"No," I moaned. A memory flashed in my mind, sharp and clear. Me and my family, smiling for the camera, posed in front of our house. Smiling. Happy. Unaware of the impending doom that would tear us all apart, rob me of pleasant memories with them, leave me homeless.
Tears came to my eyes.