And So it Begins....

Some days, I wonder why I am alive. Other days, I am surprised I am alive.

This is a mixed day, a little of both thrown into one very long and horrifying nightmare.    
It all started like normal, then something out of the ordinary happened and changed it...Now, I don't know how to get it back to normal.

 Well let's start from the very beginning. When my alarm went off and my family started their normal, boring routine of getting up and ready for a normal day of work and school.

*Clock buzzing*

First things first. I am not a morning person. Yes, I grabbed my clock and turned off the alarm, but here is the difference in me and morning people. I shoved it under my pillow and then drifted back off to sleep.See, not a morning person. There is one thing that does make me wake up early in the morning, wide awake, and that happened this morning, a loud bang.... Not the slamming a car door type of bang, but the bang as if a gun went off.

I was now wide awake, sitting up and looking across my room to my window. I didn't move. I figured if it was a real gun going off, I would hear it again....but I didn't.Ok, no more late night snacks for me. Grabbing my comforter I slowly lay back down to get more sleep.

This is when my sister decides to jump scare me. She is now screaming and begging for me to let her in. “Vince, open the door! Please! Hurry, let me in....”Oh man why? Why me? Out of all other family members in the house, why is she at my door? She is now banging on my door with both of her hands, as I am slowly....unhappily, getting up out of bed.

I open my door just enough to yell at her, “Why?!” This was my first big mistake, I have done this many times before and even though I knew she was going to do this, in the back of my mind, I still opened the door enough for her to shove her way past me and into my room. “Why not Mom, Dad or even our baby brother Tyler? Why do you always come to my room?!”

I calm down a little as I grumble under my breathe, “Nevermind....what is wrong, Megan?” Silence fills the room as I shut my door and turn to face her. Fear is all you see when you look into her big, green eyes. She is now cowering in the corner near my window, holding onto Mr. Wiggles.

Ok, ok, let me first explain who Mr. Wiggles is. I know you are all most likely thinking...What is a sixteen year old boy doing with a stuffy in his room. Well, here you go. Mr. Wiggles is a stuffed pig, he is small enough to fit in my hand. *cough* My boyfriend, yes I'm gay, gave him to me as a five month anniversary present. Happy now? Ok, back to the story.

Megan is now cowering in the corner with Mr. Wiggles. I kid you not, I have NEVER seen my sister this scared in my life. I mean, if we could smell fear, you would smell her fear most likely from miles away. That is how scared she looks.So, now what? I don't even know why she is scared....Wait a minute.. “Megan, no one is going to steal Jackson from you.”  As I pat her shoulder I calmly point out, “Why would they? He's too big to even fit in a car.”

Alright, I know this all sounds odd. It would be to me as well. So I guess I need to introduce you to Jackson as well. Jackson is a huge stuffed bear. Our father won him for her from the county fair back when we lived in the country. Which was about four years ago. Another thing, Megan is twelve, yet she still holds onto the big bear for comfort and fears someone will one day break into our, big, city apartment to steal him. As if anyone would won't him...come on now, the dang thing is so big it wouldn't fit in our car. We drove from the country to this big city.....with a giant bear strapped down on the roof. Talk about embarrassing, try making new friends with a big bear on your parent's roof. Yeah, I still can't live that down no matter how hard I try.

Megan is now calmer, though she is still really scared, she slowly, slides down the corner and sits down. “It's not that, Stupid!” As her eyes dance back and forth from my door to the window, she starts to whisper, “Something isn't right.”

Something isn't right??? Yeah, you're in my room calling me stupid. That's what isn't right! But, I don't say anything because she still looks legit scared to death. So instead I kneel down beside her and brush her golden curls away from her face and whisper, “What's wrong, Megan?”

Her eyes are still transfixed on my door as she whispers something so softly I couldn't catch it....but then her eyes widen as someone starts to bang on our front door.

Ok, I have to admit, this is definitely not a normal morning. I start to stand up, but soon find Megan pulling me back down, while screaming at me, “Don't answer the door!” I have no idea why she would be saying this or even imagine who would be here this early in the morning.

I softly whisper to her, “Let me check my phone first to see if maybe Jayson came over early, ok?” I still try to comfort her as the banging on the front door becomes louder and more violent. “Maybe something scared him while he was walking here.”Jayson lives three blocks away, so yeah, it's possible.