I lazily opened my eyes to meet the white ceiling tiles. Ugh. A lonely Tuesday morning it would be, no doubt mom and dad had already left for my Aunts for the weekend. Oh well. Time to face the world.
As I rolled over halfway, my eyes came to rest upon a figure in my room that hadn’t been there the day before… A man. In a mask. My lips parted and I let out a piercing scream, to which he flinched. My hand groped for something to defend myself with… unfortunately all I came up with was a slipper… a fuzzy blue paw print slipper.
My initial reaction turned to embarrassed fury, and as he took a step forward, I launched my slipper at his head, hitting him, though it didn’t do much damage. “You were watching me sleep!?
” I screamed. “Pervert!” At this time, I’d like to admit, that wasn’t quite a fair retort. I was indeed fully clothed…
As he continued forward however, I began to realize that this might be the end. I was paralyzed as he came. Then I began to struggle. A bony hand held each of my wrists down, and though I struggled, I couldn’t break free of his iron grasp.
My mind began to finally think logically, something I didn’t think it capable of. If I could just get outside my house, only a few feet… and scream… the police station was right across the street…
But there was a problem with that. I was stuck in his grasp… I wouldn’t make it to my bedroom door, let alone downstairs and outside… I began to struggle anyway.
It was only then that he spoke. “Please… Calm down miss.” He commanded, with some authority, and I stopped struggling… he didn’t sound like someone after harming me. But… but logic said otherwise.
I summoned all the courage I could, and managed to get my voice to be a less terrified squeak than it would have been a few minutes back. “Are…Are you going to kill me?” I asked.
He looked at me for a moment without speaking before releasing my arms. I didn’t move. “I’ve no such intentions.” He informed me. I didn’t believe him. “What is your name miss?”
“I…I would think that since it… since it is you who are in my room, I should like to know yours first.” I said. Why on earth would you say that!?
He nodded once, not seeming upset by the request, nor angry. “If you must know. Erik.” He said.
I barely registered the name at first. “Robin… that’s mine.” I said softly. It was only then that it hit me, the immense irony of being murdered by a foreign masked man named Erik. Oh well. Best die with originality. I could only hope my friends would catch it too.
“Why?...” No, that wasn’t right. “How did you get in my house…?” I asked. Probably a broken window and I worried for a moment that my cats might escape.
“I was in your house. I’m not quite sure. I was hoping you might be able to clear a few things up.” He said. He paused before adding, “What year is it?”
“What year is it?” I said, rubbing my wrist, which was a little sore from where he had grasped it. “Are you like insane or something?” I asked sincerely. I figured if he was going to kill me anyway, I had little to lose.
“I can assure you I am not. I simply wish to know what year it is.” He asked.
“2007. Now… why are you here if it isn’t to kill me, which, by the way, I’m still pretty sure is your intention.” I inquired.
“To get information.” Erik replied.
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