Obsession
3
I walked into my flat without any trouble. I kicked my shoes off, one landing at the end of the corridor while the other landed in my room. I ran up to my bed and landed face down on my pillow. I arched my back, and pulled the covers down, allowing me to get under them. I closed my eyes, drifting off until I heard a smash. My shot open and I cowered underneath the blanket. More smashing arose. I slowly reached for my hockey stick that was jammed between my mattress and bed frame.
My feet touched the laminate as I slowly applied my body wait. The floor creaked as tiptoed to the kitchen, turning my head around to see a person stood looking at all of my photos that were on the table in photo frames. I turned around to the other side of the wall and hugged the stick close, tears drizzling out of my eyes, too scared to do anything.
I eventually picked up courage. I turned to the room, running up to the person and hitting them in the face. They fell on the floor and started cursing, clutching their head and slightly rolling from side to side.
“W-Who are you?” I muttered, still terrified.
The intruder mumbled something and picked himself up from the floor. I hit him back down.
“I said, who are you?!”
The person held their head and quickly jumped up from the floor and grabbed the hockey stick from my hand, leaving me unarmed. He pointed it at me, grabbing one of the photo frames and started running towards the window that was wide open.
“Stop!”
I tried to run but my feet were glued on the spot. He ran and jumped out of the window. I heard manly scream from outside. My feet decided to let go. I ran and hung my head out looking beneath at the bin bags. He was gone. I pulled away and shut the window closed, slumping against the way crying. One of me and Alex, and another of Dan and Jack – my other best friends beside Alex, who were also partners. All of the other pictures were standing beside one of my Mum, Dad, and Charlie – my younger sister. I picked it up and rearranged them all. I noticed that one had gone missing, the one of me and Harry when he was performing at MSG. I slumped to the floor, picking up the shattered shards of glass and placing them in the cupped palm of my left hand. Tears hit the floor, as my head hung over the pictures.
I stood up, throwing the broken glass into the bin and placing the glass less frames back on the table. I walked to my room to get my phone, which was on charge next to my bed. I found Alex’s number and hit call.
“Hello?” her voice was groggy.
“Al? Someone just broke in” I tucked my knees into my chest and wrapped my arms around them.
“What?! By who?”
“I don’t know” more tears escaped my eyes.
“What did they take?”
“A photo of me and Harry”
“Why would they want a picture?”
“I don’t know” I cried even harder.
“Tara, calm down. Are you sure they didn’t take anything else?”
“Yes. Well no. Not really”
“So they took something else?”
“No”
“Tara, you’re not even making any sense. If you sure that they only took the picture, don’t bother calling the police. They’ll just say it’s a waste of time”
I nodded my head, forgetting that she couldn’t see me.
“You still there?”
I nodded my head again.
“Tara, are you there?”
“Oh. Yeah umm, I am” I rested my head on my knees.
“Did you hear what I just said?”
“Yes”
“Good, now go get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow”
“Okay, bye Alex”
“Bye chick”
I hung the phone up and huddled under the blanket, wrapping it around me for protection. I led awake, thinking about it all. Why would they want a picture of me and Harry? It could be just another fan. No. I moved away so they couldn’t find me. It was probably just another resident living in this shit hole. They would steal anything. Not because they want it, but so that you don’t have it. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
My feet touched the laminate as I slowly applied my body wait. The floor creaked as tiptoed to the kitchen, turning my head around to see a person stood looking at all of my photos that were on the table in photo frames. I turned around to the other side of the wall and hugged the stick close, tears drizzling out of my eyes, too scared to do anything.
I eventually picked up courage. I turned to the room, running up to the person and hitting them in the face. They fell on the floor and started cursing, clutching their head and slightly rolling from side to side.
“W-Who are you?” I muttered, still terrified.
The intruder mumbled something and picked himself up from the floor. I hit him back down.
“I said, who are you?!”
The person held their head and quickly jumped up from the floor and grabbed the hockey stick from my hand, leaving me unarmed. He pointed it at me, grabbing one of the photo frames and started running towards the window that was wide open.
“Stop!”
I tried to run but my feet were glued on the spot. He ran and jumped out of the window. I heard manly scream from outside. My feet decided to let go. I ran and hung my head out looking beneath at the bin bags. He was gone. I pulled away and shut the window closed, slumping against the way crying. One of me and Alex, and another of Dan and Jack – my other best friends beside Alex, who were also partners. All of the other pictures were standing beside one of my Mum, Dad, and Charlie – my younger sister. I picked it up and rearranged them all. I noticed that one had gone missing, the one of me and Harry when he was performing at MSG. I slumped to the floor, picking up the shattered shards of glass and placing them in the cupped palm of my left hand. Tears hit the floor, as my head hung over the pictures.
I stood up, throwing the broken glass into the bin and placing the glass less frames back on the table. I walked to my room to get my phone, which was on charge next to my bed. I found Alex’s number and hit call.
“Hello?” her voice was groggy.
“Al? Someone just broke in” I tucked my knees into my chest and wrapped my arms around them.
“What?! By who?”
“I don’t know” more tears escaped my eyes.
“What did they take?”
“A photo of me and Harry”
“Why would they want a picture?”
“I don’t know” I cried even harder.
“Tara, calm down. Are you sure they didn’t take anything else?”
“Yes. Well no. Not really”
“So they took something else?”
“No”
“Tara, you’re not even making any sense. If you sure that they only took the picture, don’t bother calling the police. They’ll just say it’s a waste of time”
I nodded my head, forgetting that she couldn’t see me.
“You still there?”
I nodded my head again.
“Tara, are you there?”
“Oh. Yeah umm, I am” I rested my head on my knees.
“Did you hear what I just said?”
“Yes”
“Good, now go get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow”
“Okay, bye Alex”
“Bye chick”
I hung the phone up and huddled under the blanket, wrapping it around me for protection. I led awake, thinking about it all. Why would they want a picture of me and Harry? It could be just another fan. No. I moved away so they couldn’t find me. It was probably just another resident living in this shit hole. They would steal anything. Not because they want it, but so that you don’t have it. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
7/5/13