This time you remembered to lock the door after yourself as you entered your house.
Don't want that to happend again,huh.
"So let's see, maybe I can eat some food after I've packed my stuff, I'm pretty sure Dad left me a pie in the the fridge before they left." You said to yourself.
It was way too quiet in there, it unnerved you a little. Silly girl, you've taken care of the house alone several times before, there's nothing to be afraid of.
You thought, trying to calm yourself down a little. But still.
You went to the kitchen, and saw that there was a bag filled with muffins and a note left on the table. Curious, you walked up to it, and read:
Hello,_____! It's your awesome friend, Gilbert, and your not-as-awesome friend, Elizabeta.
We were worried about you, so right after school ended we went to check up on ya.
We knocked to see if you were home, but you didn't answer, so then we tried to see if the door was locked, but it wasn't, so we went inside, and found you sleeping on the couch :3
Elizabeta wanted to wake you up, to tell you that you didn't have to go to school tomorrow, but I told her not to disturb your sleep. She agreed, saying it wasn't her fault she isn't as smart as me, and then suggested that maybe we should cook some food for you, seeing as you live alone right now. The both of us went home to Eliza's place, and baked some muffins for ya b4 returning and leaving this note for you.
~God of awesomeness, Gilbert Beilschmidt
You let the bag of muffins be for now, and decided to take it with you on your way back, as you opened the fridge, which, unlike Vladimir's, wasn't empty.
There were a few small chocolate bars, and some milk cartons
[unless you're lactose-intolerant] left by your parents. You also saw a plastic jar filled with raw minced meat, but you weren't in the mood for cooking, and besides you had to hurry back before Vlad noticed that you'd left.
You let the milk stay in the fridge, since it would be too heavy to carry it home to Vladimir, and he would probably notice if you put them in his refridgerator.
Sighing, you went and got a small plastic bag, before putting some of the chocolate bars in it. They were small enough to...F*ck, he'll notice I've gone off somewhere, when he sees me wearing new clothes! Damn! But I'll have to figure something out later, I can't wear these all the time.
Pissed that you hadn't really thought about that before leaving, you ran upstairs to your room to look for some clean clothes.
I think this is about enough. You had thrown a pile of clothes of various colours and sizes onto your bed, and you began searching your room for something to put them in.
If I remember correctly, and if I haven't moved it since then, I think my big suitcase from last year's holiday is still in the storage room downstairs.
But you didn't want to have to run up and down the stairs all the time, so you began to carefully fold your clothes, trying to make them as small as possible.
You were going to go downstairs to look for it once you were done,
but you wanted all of your clothes to be fully folded before getting it.
Right in the middle of your folding, you interrupted yourself.
Wait... What's that strange smell? It smells... weird... You thought as a strange, yet faint smell entered your nose. You almost didn't notice it, it was only lingering at the edge of your senses. But it was there nonetheless.
Something at the bottomfloor broke and you heard it shatter.
Clirr. Crash.Kdun. Bam.
Scared to death, you tried to hide. Turning your head from side to side, looking for a hidingplace. There! Under the bed. Quickly!
You laid down to the floor so fast, that it was more like falling rather than laying down, as you quickly scooted yourself underneath your bed. You crawled to the corner furthest away from the door, and you sticked out one of your hands to pull down the bedblanket a bit, so that it hanged down from the bed, covering, incase someone would come in.
Kathunk. Something heavy hit the wall just outside your room, and you heard some of the things on your desk hit the floor. You were now shaking violently and at verge of tears.
Why does this all keep happening!? Why ME!?!
It went quiet for awhile outside, while the strange scent only grew stronger.
After what felt like several hours, but what must have been only a few minutes, the door opened.
You heard heavy footsteps as someone entered the room. The person walked around, searching for something, opening the door to your wardrobe, moving around furniture.
Gulp. You swallowed. Why?
The footsteps came closer and closer, finally stopping directly in front of you. Behind the texture of the bedblanket, you could vagualy see the silhuotte of two big boots.
The person suddenly yanked the bedsheets off the bed, and stooped down, two icy blue eyes meeting yours. You froze.
Almost immedately, there was a strong hand pulling at your legs, dragging you out from your hidingplace. Yanking hard. You let a small yelp of pain slip out. You were being dragged out on the floor, and you desperatly tried to put your hands around one of the bed legs, but everything happened way too fast, and you were unable to reach it.
Once pulled out, you began to scream while you kicked and tried to turn around to hit the person dragging you, but you were being held down to the floor.
Only a few of your blindkicks hit their target, but not with as much as you had wished. Your vision had started to get blurry, and you could feel yourself getting weaker and weaker, parts of your body now going numb.
The smell! I must have been drugged, or gas...
The strange effect was accelerating, your mind slipping away. It all began to seem unreal, and you felt disconnected from your body. It was like you were watching an old videotape, with yourself as the maincharacter.
The attacker, which now saw was a man, as he had turned you around so that you were lying on your back, once you had stopped fighting, picked you up in his arms.
Your last thought, which remained clear even though your drugged down state, was
Strange. He seems to have somekind of horns... Maybe he's going to a masquerade...