I woke up, like any normal person would. But the funny thing was… I was in my bed. I thought I passed out on the side walk? I stood up and realized I was in my room. My thoughts began to play an intense tennis match in my head, going back and forth in my head. Who brought me here? Was it Serena? No she had to go home, it’s in another direction. Alex and Lexi? No they had to go to their club. Maybe Elizabeth, Roxanne or Tiffany? Maybe, haven’t heard much from them these day though. One of my stalker? Please don’t let that be it. I’m too tired to deal with shit. My heart stealers? Have a feeling my stalkers and my hearts stealers are the same people. A random person who would pass  on the street? Um, no, how would they know where I lived? More stalkers? My thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash downstairs. I got up and moved to my drawer which was still on the other side of the room on the ground. I ruffled everything out of the drawer. I took out the underside of the drawer to reveal a book which was hidden. I opened the book to find two kitchen knives. I took them and slowly crept downstairs where more ruckus was heard. I went slowly and kept to the shadows so that if it was someone like Elizabeth or someone I knew, I could hide the knives quickly. As I took the last step down the stairs and into the hallway, I saw the kitchen light on from down the hall. I looked to my left to see the closet door open…

And my hoodie and bag was outside the closet door on the ground.

I scratched out some people in my mind and looked to the kitchen. I started to creep slowly to the kitchen door, careful to keep the creaking of the floor to an absolute 0. The door was open, and light came into the hall. I stayed to the wall where the door was, so that my shadow would blend in. As I came closer, I began hearing voices. They were mumbled and hush, so I couldn’t make out what they said. I was right at the door now. I readied my knives and took one step closer to charge… but that one step was so inaccurate, that the neighbours could hear the creaking. My eyes went wide as I suddenly ran into the kitchen, knives ready to charge at my intruders. But nobody was there. There were no traces that anyone was in the kitchen. I went through the kitchen and examined all hiding spots, but also keeping one eye on the door, for in case they escaped. I even checked the ceiling to be sure that nobody was there. The window was closed. So I figured they must’ve closed it after they jumped out. I went back into the hallway and turned on the light. My eyes went wide. My hoodie and bag, which was previously on the ground, wasn’t there anymore. The closet door was also closed. Did they somehow get past me? Or did they come in the front door? I walked to the closet door and opened it. My bag… it was there. I took the bag and zipped it open. My hoodie was in it. I was really curious now. Just who are my stalkers really? I took out the hoodie and examined the pockets. Typical.

The hearts were gone. However…

In one of the pockets, something else was there.

It was a black PSP, covered in blood. I didn’t need to think, I immediately threw it into the closet, not wanting anything to do with it. It is sort of obvious that my stalkers aren’t normal, and therefor I’m not taking any chances. You know what they say, curiosity killed the cat. Well, this cat is incapable of dying but doesn’t want to walk straight into a trap set for a mouse. Meaning that this trap is so obvious, that they are underestimating me.  I threw the bag and hoodie into the closet again before locking the door. I took the key and placed it on a key holder in the kitchen. I sighed with annoyance before jumping myself onto the counter. I laid down on the cold, hard counter as I thought about the past two days. So much has happened in two days…

I squinted my eye closed and groaned in pain when a sudden headache hit me. Things I wanted to lock away in my mind suddenly returned, the past taunting me. My family’s faces flashed in my head, making my headache even worse. So much has happened in two days…Those two days haunt me. Before those days, everything seemed normal. Completely and utterly normal. It was the day my heart was stolen away from me…. And the day my family was killed…

By me.