Habbo Name: Redhotdevil65
Habbox Name: Cyndia
My entry:
It was dark. The kind of dark that didn't douse light, but emotions, thoughts, senses. It left her feeling unprotected, unguarded against the worst of all evils; the unknown. She slowly became aware that she was kneeling in a puddle as the cold seeped over her unprotected feet. Shaking her head to clear away distractions, she peered through the leaves with their plastic-like consistency. It didn't seem real. She was numbed; how could she have let it go this far? The rain dripped down unendingly, obscuring her already darkened vision. Straining, she scanned the area, looking for the telltale sign: the gleam, the moment of recognition. And, for him. She wasn't worried about the latter, she would find him in due time, she knew. Or rather, right then. Smiling, she caught a glimpse of the familiar green cloth, marking salvation in a field of hopelessness. But wait... Could it be? Yes! A gleam! Not more than three feet away from the unsuspecting green cloth. No! Panic seized her, clenching her heart in unforgiving steel claws. Stumbling as she jumped up to run towards the oblivious man, she opened her mouth, inhaling a deep gust of air to shout out…
"Ow!"
She blinked, snapped out of her reverie by the piercing pain of having bitten too deeply into her cuticle. The metallic coppery tang whispered over her tongue as a small bead of blood bloomed on the side of her index finger. She listlessly wiped it off, not caring that a small streak of paling maroon was left behind, forever marring the pure white of her armchair. As she did so, an oversized drop of rain splashed against the window. She watched, entranced, as it slowly zigzagged down. It expanded and accelerated as it collected more and more tiny rainwater droplets before it suddenly, heartrendingly crashed against the bottom of the sill, leaving no more than a slowly draining puddle behind to evidence its existence.
She sighed and looked down once more at her ragged, chewed up cuticles and bitten nails, feeling a sense of loss for the raindrop that had not stood a chance. The emptiness of the house suddenly overwhelmed her, pervading her essence and widening the gaping chasm in her heart. Numbed once again, the realization struck her that home would never again seem right.
She had made it back, and he had not.
Sighing, she lapsed back into her troubled memories. A slightly tickling at the back of her neck as her hairs stood up was the only thing that remotely warned her of the almost imperceptible change in the atmosphere of the house, but she was too distracted and exhausted to notice it. A sudden clatter of metal in the kitchen below snapped her out of it, her mouth drying out instantly in fear. Could it be? Had they finally come for her? Mind racing, thoughts tumbled around in her mind.
"I'm too battered and bruised to fight.. I haven't eaten since yesterday.. There's no way they could find me already.. The perimeter alarm wasn't triggered.. And it's too soon! They promised me a few more days.. Yes, I'm just stressed.."
Then she heard the mewling of a stray cat padding up the stairs. Relieved, she laughed as she berated herself for never removing the old dog door on her kitchen door. Soothed by the knowledge that she was not, in fact, about to be taken, and somewhat comforted by the presence of the cat calmly grooming itself in the corner, she returned to staring at the raindrops on the window.
However, all of her worsts fears were about to come true. The crash of glass windows resounded all around her house and the sudden patter of multiple booted feet pounded through her kitchen and up the stairs before she could jump out of her chair, as she belatedly realized, "I was not alone.."







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