I didn't go to bed that night. Instead, I decided to help Whitney or whoever needed help. While I was on the phone with Coco and Lucky, they said I needed to help, but they also said that the voice could have belonged to anyone. However, I still knew that it had to belong to Whitney.
I walked over to "her house" in the middle of the night. I only brought a flashlight. No one was awake, not even Coco and Lucky. I started thinking about the first time I was on my own in the middle of the night. I was 10 years old. My mom had sent me to summer camp. I loved everything about it, except for my cabin. The girls that were there were jerks and always made fun of my appearance and my journal I kept. I had enough of it one night and left the cabin in the middle of the night. No one was awake, like now, so I could get away easier. I went to the bathhouse and stayed there for the night. It was cold and I got no sleep, but I thought it was better than being with those girls. No one noticed that I stayed the night at the bathhouse, so I didn't get in trouble.
I finally made it to the house. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I looked through the window, but it was pitch black inside. I knocked on the door again, and this time, it opened on its own.
I went inside the house. There were still quite a lot of boxes still laying around. There was also a lot of clutter as well. The phone was laying on the floor, while books and papers were scattered all over the place. I looked around, but I saw no clues to what happened, excluding the phone.
Then, I heard a loud thump.
I looked around rapidly, but I saw nothing.
Then, I heard a muffled scream.
I began to panic and started to shake rapidly. I slowly walked around until I noticed that there were some stairs that led to a basement. I slowly walked down there and looked around, but I only saw a bookcase. I walked over to it and started to go through the books. When I got some out of the way, however, I saw that there was a door behind it.
I ran to the side of the bookcase and started to push it. Books fell down the more and more I pushed. I started to get weary. I had no idea why it was so heavy. As more books fell down, it only became slightly lighter. Finally, I was able to move the bookcase enough to open the door. So, I gently opened it.
Whitney looked at me, shocked. She began to beg for help, but her mouth was entirely duct-taped, so her voice was muffled. I tried to get the duck tape off her, with no luck. She started to turn her head back and forth, trying to show me something. I looked behind her and her wrists were tied up to a pole.
I began to untie her. I wasn't good at untying anything, so it took a while. Finally, I managed to get her untied, however, she didn't get up.
"Are you okay?" I asked her. She began to point to her legs, then she pointed up. I looked up and I noticed that there was a small piece of rope tied to the top of the pole. It was broken off. Someone must have tied her up to the top of the pole and she fell down, likely when I heard the loud thud. The impact must have caused her to break her legs, but she wasn't even all that high.
I began to pick her up. She was very, very heavy, but I managed to be able to carry her. She needed help, and she needed it fast. I walked out of the basement and headed outside. It was starting to sprinkle a bit, so I needed to hurry. I looked around, hoping that someone would be there, but no one was there.
I began to leave the cul-de-sac. I knew that almost everyone would be sleeping. I walked down the dirt path and found Genji and Zucker's houses. Genji was asleep, but Zucker had his light on. I knocked on his door and he opened it up. He was in his pajamas, so I came just in time.
"Zucker, please help!" I begged. He stood still for a moment, likely because he was tired, but he looked at Whitney and started panicking.
"Lay her down!" he yelled. I put her down and Zucker started to call someone. After about 30 seconds, he hung up.
"My friend is on her way, " he said. We waited for a moment, while Zucker was failing to get his duct tape off of Whitney before there was a knock on the door. He ran over and opened it. Tia was standing there, with a first-aid kit in her hands. She was wearing a black nightgown.
"I came as soon as I could!" she said. She looked over at me and Whitney.
"I know what to do, " she said. She went over to us and started to gently take the duct tape off of her. It was slow, and a bit painful for Whitney, as she yelped a lot.
"She could have easily suffocated if her nose was covered up, " Tia explained. Finally, after about 10 minutes, she got the last of the duct tape off of her.
"Thank you, " Whitney gasped, "But my right leg is still broken."
"Don't worry, " she replied, "I know how to help."
Tia then began to put a cast that she got out of her kit on her leg.
"You'll need a lot of rest," she explained while putting the cast on. During all of this, I stayed by Whitney's side, holding her hand. After 5 minutes, Tia finished putting on the cast.
"You'll need a wheelchair," she said. Whitney let out a sigh, but then just nodded.
"Tia," I said, "Thank you." She looked over at me and smiled.
"I'm always there to help," she said. Zucker then ran up to her holding a book.
"Take this," he said. He then lent her the book.
"There was a sequel?" Tia asked while looking at the book cover.
"Yep!" he said excitedly.
"Thanks so much!" She said. She then gave him a hug. He giggled. She then looked over at Whitney and me.
"Without you," she said, "Whitney would be long gone. Thank you." She then left.
"You want to stay here?" Zucker asked Whitney curiously. Whitney just nodded. She looked traumatized.
"Yay!" Zucker excitedly said. He then looked over at me.
"You should probably be heading back home now, " he said.
"You're right," I said.
"Bye-bye!" Zucker said as I walked out of the house. Before I walked out, I looked over at Whitney.
"I hope you get better," I said. I then closed the door, went down to my house, and finally got some sleep.