A/N: I'm really turning thie fic into something that's Drama-RFR, something that I usually hate... but this chapter will be the intense non-RFR type of chapter and I will try to make it a little more comedic in the coming chapters. Bare with me.
Ch. 4: One Million Two Thoughts
Grab the phone. Find a weapon. Run. Stay still. I didn't know what to do. I was in a panic at this point. If this person didn't have a gun, I could probably try to take them on. That would be stupid. Grab the phone. I kept thinking that to myself, I needed to call the cops, and fast. Why I didn't, I don't know. I got off the couch and slowly walked around it to the back of it. I stood still for a few minutes, cringing with every creak I heard upstairs. I had never been a situation like this. Sweat was pouring down from my scalp and I could feel it drip off my brow. My fingers were shaking, heart beating fast. I was the prey. The intruder was the lion in my habitat. I was the zebra. I had to run, and hide. I took a step forward. Very slightly.
"Be strong, Strong." I very quietly whispered to myself. I thought about the pun that I had just realized. Stop it, no time for jokes. What do I do? Maybe if I acted older, like... like an adult. Could I lower my voice that much? Make it sound like an adult? I was in a panic. I could just let them leave. Take what they want and leave. That would be smart, and then I would call the cops. I could hide. The closet. The small coat closet under the stairs. I had to get to it. I started a pace towards it.
"Shi--" I said outloud, catching myself. The closet door had a bad squeek on the hinges. This was not good. The bathroom, I could lock myself in the bathroom and get away from the door. Perfect! I would take the phone in there, was it cordless? I had forgotten simple things like this. I looked around me. The phone wasn't on the receiver. Damn.
I searched frantically, while keeping quiet. The coffee table? No. Kitchen? It was probably on a counter in the kitchen. I don't know if I could make it. My breathing was getting heavier. I could tell my pulse was up. I just wanted to scream help. Maybe I should leave the house and run as fast as I could.
That was when I heard the unwanted stranger start down the stairs.
Without thought, I swiftly ran into the kitchen, I could hide under the opening in the kitchen wall. I got low and placed my back against the wall, trying to stay quiet. Every creak down the stairs made my heart rate rise another beat. I felt very stealthy, with my back against the wall like that.
My mind was at a blank.
Was the phone on the counter? My eyes darted and I saw it sitting there. I couldn't reach for it, I'd be surely spotted. Ugh. This had to be a dream, please let it be a dream! I pinched myself, and I felt it. Not a dream. I heard the theif's bag clang with all of our possessions inside it. Those were ours. We paid for them. He had no right to take them! I was getting angry, fast. I couldn't do anything about it either.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
No no no no and no. This wasn't happening. I was surely going to be spotted, I froze. I heard the intruder walk towards the kitchen. This was the end of it. The phone kept ringing.
I had to take him on.
I stood up, I wasn't facing him. But it was too late, I saw their shadow, and they were right behind me.
The last thing I remember was searing pain, and then darkness.
I tried to open my eyes, I saw a white light above me and I squinted. I heard my mother's voice. I could smell the familiar odor and I knew I was in the hospital.
"Your awake!" I heard her say, she walked over. "Oh Travis, I'm so sorry. When I hea--"
I cut her off, "Did they catch him?"
"They did get a suspicious figure roaming around the neighborhood. But they aren't sure. I'm really sorry you have to go through all this. You may be questioned by the police later, but you can answer whenever you feel you have enough strength to."
I changed the subject again, "How did they find me, or.." My mind was still a little groggy, "know that there was a.. there was someone in the house?" I tried to find the right words. "And where's dad?"
"Well Audrey tried to call the house, and when you didn't pick up after the 40th time calling," I could hear the slight sarcasm in her voice when she said '40th.' "she decided it would be best if she came over to see if you were alright. She found you in the kitchen and called 911, she's still a little shooken up. Oh, and your father is on his way here. We finally got through to him at work and he just got the news."
"Is Audrey here?" I asked. I really wanted to see her, after all, she did save my life.
"Yeah she is. Would you like me to get her? I think she's out in the waiting room." I nodded when my mother asked me this. She left the room and I waited a couple minutes, sitting up a little.
I went to scratch my head and felt some bandage.
Oh no. God I hope I hadn't been majorly injured. I tried to recall my knowledge, 1 + 1 = 2... etc. Phew. I guess I was alright, I better ask my mother or Audrey when they get back. I heard some footsteps and looked toward the doorway. Sure enough, Audrey came walking in, followed by my mother. Audrey immediatly came over and put a hand on my head.
"Travey... oh you poor baby." She said. I smiled at her.
"What happened to me?" I asked.
My mother explained that I had suffered a small concusion, and that I would be out of the hospital tomorrow. They just wanted to keep me over night for medical reasons. She then left me alone with Audrey.
"Thanks for, saving my life." I smiled at her.
"Oh, well.. Super Audrey always helps those in need." She said. That made me laugh.
We talked about things and then she gave me a long well-deserved kiss and said she would see me tomorrow. My dad came and I talked to him for a while. Eventually everyone left, and I said goodbye to my parents.
Yay, one night in the hospital.
By the way, I hate hospital beds.
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Ch. 4: One Million Two Thoughts
Grab the phone. Find a weapon. Run. Stay still. I didn't know what to do. I was in a panic at this point. If this person didn't have a gun, I could probably try to take them on. That would be stupid. Grab the phone. I kept thinking that to myself, I needed to call the cops, and fast. Why I didn't, I don't know. I got off the couch and slowly walked around it to the back of it. I stood still for a few minutes, cringing with every creak I heard upstairs. I had never been a situation like this. Sweat was pouring down from my scalp and I could feel it drip off my brow. My fingers were shaking, heart beating fast. I was the prey. The intruder was the lion in my habitat. I was the zebra. I had to run, and hide. I took a step forward. Very slightly.
"Be strong, Strong." I very quietly whispered to myself. I thought about the pun that I had just realized. Stop it, no time for jokes. What do I do? Maybe if I acted older, like... like an adult. Could I lower my voice that much? Make it sound like an adult? I was in a panic. I could just let them leave. Take what they want and leave. That would be smart, and then I would call the cops. I could hide. The closet. The small coat closet under the stairs. I had to get to it. I started a pace towards it.
"Shi--" I said outloud, catching myself. The closet door had a bad squeek on the hinges. This was not good. The bathroom, I could lock myself in the bathroom and get away from the door. Perfect! I would take the phone in there, was it cordless? I had forgotten simple things like this. I looked around me. The phone wasn't on the receiver. Damn.
I searched frantically, while keeping quiet. The coffee table? No. Kitchen? It was probably on a counter in the kitchen. I don't know if I could make it. My breathing was getting heavier. I could tell my pulse was up. I just wanted to scream help. Maybe I should leave the house and run as fast as I could.
That was when I heard the unwanted stranger start down the stairs.
Without thought, I swiftly ran into the kitchen, I could hide under the opening in the kitchen wall. I got low and placed my back against the wall, trying to stay quiet. Every creak down the stairs made my heart rate rise another beat. I felt very stealthy, with my back against the wall like that.
My mind was at a blank.
Was the phone on the counter? My eyes darted and I saw it sitting there. I couldn't reach for it, I'd be surely spotted. Ugh. This had to be a dream, please let it be a dream! I pinched myself, and I felt it. Not a dream. I heard the theif's bag clang with all of our possessions inside it. Those were ours. We paid for them. He had no right to take them! I was getting angry, fast. I couldn't do anything about it either.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
No no no no and no. This wasn't happening. I was surely going to be spotted, I froze. I heard the intruder walk towards the kitchen. This was the end of it. The phone kept ringing.
I had to take him on.
I stood up, I wasn't facing him. But it was too late, I saw their shadow, and they were right behind me.
The last thing I remember was searing pain, and then darkness.
I tried to open my eyes, I saw a white light above me and I squinted. I heard my mother's voice. I could smell the familiar odor and I knew I was in the hospital.
"Your awake!" I heard her say, she walked over. "Oh Travis, I'm so sorry. When I hea--"
I cut her off, "Did they catch him?"
"They did get a suspicious figure roaming around the neighborhood. But they aren't sure. I'm really sorry you have to go through all this. You may be questioned by the police later, but you can answer whenever you feel you have enough strength to."
I changed the subject again, "How did they find me, or.." My mind was still a little groggy, "know that there was a.. there was someone in the house?" I tried to find the right words. "And where's dad?"
"Well Audrey tried to call the house, and when you didn't pick up after the 40th time calling," I could hear the slight sarcasm in her voice when she said '40th.' "she decided it would be best if she came over to see if you were alright. She found you in the kitchen and called 911, she's still a little shooken up. Oh, and your father is on his way here. We finally got through to him at work and he just got the news."
"Is Audrey here?" I asked. I really wanted to see her, after all, she did save my life.
"Yeah she is. Would you like me to get her? I think she's out in the waiting room." I nodded when my mother asked me this. She left the room and I waited a couple minutes, sitting up a little.
I went to scratch my head and felt some bandage.
Oh no. God I hope I hadn't been majorly injured. I tried to recall my knowledge, 1 + 1 = 2... etc. Phew. I guess I was alright, I better ask my mother or Audrey when they get back. I heard some footsteps and looked toward the doorway. Sure enough, Audrey came walking in, followed by my mother. Audrey immediatly came over and put a hand on my head.
"Travey... oh you poor baby." She said. I smiled at her.
"What happened to me?" I asked.
My mother explained that I had suffered a small concusion, and that I would be out of the hospital tomorrow. They just wanted to keep me over night for medical reasons. She then left me alone with Audrey.
"Thanks for, saving my life." I smiled at her.
"Oh, well.. Super Audrey always helps those in need." She said. That made me laugh.
We talked about things and then she gave me a long well-deserved kiss and said she would see me tomorrow. My dad came and I talked to him for a while. Eventually everyone left, and I said goodbye to my parents.
Yay, one night in the hospital.
By the way, I hate hospital beds.
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