That night...

Tip toeing boots, broad shoulders, hands balancing, head tilted and hidden within shadows. This is what appeared to be my last moments as I tried to make the scene as fathomable as possible. Who was he, and what was she doing here? I kept my sheets draped over my shivering body, but let my eyes fasten for a fright, I knew I should've shut the door. Yet it seemed what he was looking for wasn't in my room, he was determined to find it though. About five seconds of silence let me consider my options of escape before I heard his amateur tip toeing again. I heard it getting closer and closer until he slid through the crack big enough for a decent body. My eyes were shut until I figured he was at the closet, fidgeting though countless pockets. What was he looking for? I watched him thoroughly with eyes almost closed until I saw he held an injection in one hand. I figured this was the best time to make a move though I couldn't without making noise. Suddenly he turned around and I held my breathe unnaturally, feeling his panting breath on my face. He let out a deep grunt and slid out the door again, leaving me confused than i'd ever been. What was he here for?

Author's Note

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