Free Write
I always hated the drive home from work. Particularly today, my 21st Birthday. I should be excited or maybe even happy that I made it this far. I woke up to zero messages, including nothing from my parents. It wasn't anything I couldn't handle though. I was used to it. I turned a corner and passed by the store. I went in only to pick out a rather sad looking cupcake and a candle. The cashier gave me a look as if to say "I'm sorry".
The porch lights were on when I pulled into the driveway. Odd. They weren't on a timer. They had to be manually turned on every night. Feeling a little less safe, I got out my keys and headed to the door. It was open. Looking around I realized that there were no signs of forced entry. Someone had a key to my house. My heart was hammering against my chest, but I slowly approached the door, holding out the pepper spray I always kept in my purse.
All of my furniture was gone. In its place were dozens of bouquets of blood red roses placed neatly on the floor. I put down my bag and walked over to one of the bouquets. In the middle of it was a card. Try to make it out alive. Just then the door closed. Someone was here.
"That's it? You're not going to run or beg for your life?"
"Um no," I said. "I mean if it's going to happen it's going to happen. Can't do much about it at this point."
"Well this isn't going how I planned at all," he said.
"Oh well what did you have planned?" I asked, curious about what he was going to say next.
"If you really want to know, I was going to
The porch lights were on when I pulled into the driveway. Odd. They weren't on a timer. They had to be manually turned on every night. Feeling a little less safe, I got out my keys and headed to the door. It was open. Looking around I realized that there were no signs of forced entry. Someone had a key to my house. My heart was hammering against my chest, but I slowly approached the door, holding out the pepper spray I always kept in my purse.
All of my furniture was gone. In its place were dozens of bouquets of blood red roses placed neatly on the floor. I put down my bag and walked over to one of the bouquets. In the middle of it was a card. Try to make it out alive. Just then the door closed. Someone was here.
"That's it? You're not going to run or beg for your life?"
"Um no," I said. "I mean if it's going to happen it's going to happen. Can't do much about it at this point."
"Well this isn't going how I planned at all," he said.
"Oh well what did you have planned?" I asked, curious about what he was going to say next.
"If you really want to know, I was going to
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