closet with the rest of Chris’ old sports equipment? I slowly moved along the wall trying not to make a sound. My breathing sounded ragged and loud. Surely they could hear me, I panicked. I finally reached the closet door and tried to open it slowly. It let out an alarmingly loud squeak. Oh God, they had to have heard that.
I dove into the closet and rooted around for the bat. My hand finally closed on something long and heavy. I wasn’t sure what it was but it would have to do.
I opened my bedroom door and hugged the wall as I made my way down the stairs. I gripped the heavy object in my hand. The kitchen’s appliances gave an eerie blue glow over the entire downstairs. I looked around frantically for the intruders.
Suddenly I felt my leg gripped and I screamed. Then the hand pulled me and abruptly let go. I yelled again as I realized I was falling down the rest of the stairs. The last thing I remembered was the awful pain as my head struck the tile on the floor.
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The wail of a siren finally roused me. I looked up in confusion. My mother was bent over me. “Thank God!” she exclaimed. Tears ran down her cheeks, “When I couldn’t get you to wake up, I thought you were dead.”
I tried to move but found I couldn’t. “Just stay still,” my mother said, “the ambulance is here.”
“Someone was in the house,” I said. Even to my ears, I could hear that my speech was slurred. “They pushed me.” Suddenly everything went black.
I groaned in pain. Every part of my body was hurting.
“I think she’s coming around,” I heard a muffled voice say.
A bright light appeared and hurt my eyes. “Turn that light off!” I yelled. I slowly opened my eyes to find myself in a hospital room. My mother was standing in the corner as a nurse started to poke at me.
“How are you feeling, honey?” my mother asked as she crossed the room to stand beside my bed.
“Awful,” I said. Then I remembered what happened. “Did you call the police? Someone broke in and pushed me down the stairs.”
My mother took my hand and stroked it, “Calm down, Liz. I told the police what you said and they looked around. As soon as the doctor says it’s okay, they want to talk to you.”
“I’ll talk to them, now,” I replied. ”
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Sydney Lawrence 