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" I am beginning to think there are two different kinds of people. Those who forgive themselves too easily but will not forgive others. And those who forgive others too easily but do not forgive themselves." -Deb Caletti author of " Stay"

Thursday, April 29, 2010

While he wasn't watching

While he wasn’t watching

As I ran through the halls of Torbon High School just as the bell was about to ring, I felt a sudden sense someone was following me. I turned around to find nothing at all, just me and the empty halls of the High School. I huffed and puffed just as I got to gym, wondering where everyone was. “They must be in the locker room”. Turns out they were and I was saved from the bell on my first day of High School.
I met my friend Allison after school in the parking lot only to find her biting her nails, hoping I was alright. Allison always worried about how I was and if I was protected, knowing me as an adventurous type and exploring places she wouldn’t go if you dared her. “Hey, Allison sorry I’m late….” “Where have you been? I have been worried about you….” But she could have trailed on and on because all I could worry about was the thought that someone was in back of me waiting for me to turn around.
I always walked home from school alone. Though Allison literally lived three houses down from me, she would always be picked up and taken home. Most days I wouldn’t have trouble walking home alone, but I was not too fond today. Since this morning I have felt sudden chills on my back like someone is watching me. Though I know I had to deal with walking home by myself, I wasn’t fond of it. I practically ran home, hoping never to feel the feeling I felt twice this morning. Then I came to a stop, not even knowing what I was doing.
To say I wasn’t scared would have been a lie, but to scream out loud would have been just weird. So I stood there. For a minute all I was doing was staring at the trees. Wow they were really green. Then I felt it. The chill I had felt this morning and after school. I looked around. No one was looking at me because no one was walking home anymore. I was alone, no one was watching and I felt like I was stranded. I told myself to be brave, but it is sort of hard to be brave when you feel stranded. The next thing I knew I was on the ground.
I didn’t really know where I was when I woke up, though I knew I must be at home. It was a big open area with a T.V. and it smelled like lemonade and cookies. I had an icepack on my head I guess from where I fell. Then I woke up. I was in a bedroom with the news on at 5:00 pm. and my head hurt so much. I didn’t have the strength to get up and go ask someone how I had gotten here and why I didn’t have the strength to get up, so I just laid there. Minutes passed by, maybe even hours and then someone knocked on the door. Thinking it was my mom
I said “Come in”, only to find a man who was neither my father nor anyone I knew.
“Who are you?” I asked. I was scared out of my mind and knew why I couldn’t get up. I was literally strapped to the bed not able to move or feel my legs. “What do you want from me?” “I want nothing from you, you fell and as I was walking by I found you. I carried you to my house.” As he was talking I was looking at him. He was probably 34 no older but no younger. He had brown hair but a mean looking face. He had on his work clothes. Hey, I knew him he was the janitor at the middle school, but also helped out at the high school when needed. He was the creepy janitor who always kept to himself. People say he lived in a big creepy house with cob webs and spiders, but his house was just as nice as mine. “Now you are here at me and my wives house.” I didn’t think that Mr. Bob, that was his name, had a wife but then I heard a shrieking voice from the kitchen. “Robert look what happened to the television, it broke again. This stupid old T.V. has to go we must get Direct T.V. Are you finished with girl yet?” That is when I knew I was in trouble.

“Don’t mind my wife she acts so weird sometimes.” “What do you want from me?” I said again. “Me? What would I want from a ninth grader who fell? I only came to pick you up before a total stranger ran into you. Just then his wife came up with a plate of mashed potatoes, like really mashed, chicken that sort of looked like a round softball and a nice cold drink of lemonade. “Hello, how are you?” She gave her husband a kiss on the cheek. Then she looked over at me. It was not the look of compassion of kindness; it was the look of death staring me right in the eye. “O, hello dear. This is Sally, she is the girl I found unconscious on the sidewalk by the school where I work.” “Why hello Sally pleasure meeting you. I am Julie and I will be here if you need me. Just call.” Julie thrust the plate at her husband and rushed down the stairs. I could hear the sound of her heels on the stairs as she swore about messy house guests. “I was expecting to eat dinner up here. This was going to be my plate but I’ll go get you a plate right away. Don’t worry when I come back up I’ll get you out of the bed, turn the T.V. to Disney Channel and we can enjoy this wonderful evening under the stars.” After Mr. Bob (Robert) left I felt the sudden erg to throw up. I knew I had to find a way out of here before this creeper of a man came back. He was going to kill me I just knew it. Then I saw.” The keys.” I could just reach them. I had to try and reach my hand out, but I just couldn’t reach them. I finally got them. I took the keys and unbuckled the seat belt that held me and the bed together. Yes finally. Then I heard the gentle tapping on the door.
I quickly did the only thing I could do, I hid. He came in and called my name. I heard the clatter of the plate and the dropping of the food. I heard Robert yell my name. He checked in the closet, behind the T.V., and then he fell on the ground crying. His wife came up only to yell at him to pick up the food and they would go out to eat. After they left I snuck out the window, luckily it wasn’t two stories. I jumped out and ran home as fast as I could. Well actually I couldn’t find my way home so I went to the police. On the door was a wanted sign which described me perfectly. I came in and the police women immediately locked the doors. “She is here, we found her.” That night my Mom and Dad came to get me and they were so happy I was here. As I walked out to the car again I was relieved I was going home. Then I felt the sudden chill that someone was following me.

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