I WAS ON THE VERGE OF TEARS, BUT I COULDN’T CRY. NOT NOW AT LEAST.
There were people outside of my building. They are back. Again. And they’ve come for me. Once again I heard a loud voice, which woke me out of a heavy sleep. At first I was confused, then the panic in me subsided. I forced myself to sit up, strands of my long hair sticking to my forehead. I walked to my window and carefully looked out. The street was dark and quiet, but there was enough light to see the silhouettes of four men. I couldn’t make out any of their features, only their height. They were smoking cigarettes and silently talking under my window.
He promised! I muted an ugly world, which I should better not repeat. I still couldn’t believe my bad luck. I thought I was going to be so happy, I thought I was really going to fulfill my life and learn so much more. Unfortunately, at the moment almost everything went wrong.
What are they doing here? I thought we had an agreement. I thought I was safe. The question burned throught me as I silently tried to open my window to hear their conversation. The entire process took me more than 5 minutes, because I really didn’t want to make a mistake and draw attention with a noise. Just as I finally opened the window, one of the man looked up and I frozed for a moment felling terror kindle within me. I immediately regretted drawing attention to myself. They heard me. I sprinted to the other side of my room and lie on the floor behind the big old couch that I used as a shield. One second after my heroic runaway I saw the flashlight lighten the room. The fear paralyzed me and the only thing I could do was to close my eyes and grimace.
“There’s nobody here. You’re being paranoid.” a quiet voice suddenly filled up the room. For a second I was surprised, because it sounded really familiar. Fear must really be playing with my mind.
“Better safe than sorry. Now give me the stupid package, before you screw up everything. I knew I shouldn’t have made an agreement with a nerd.” The other one answered stiffly.
Please don’t let them see me. Please don’t let them see me. Fear raced throught me and I felt dizzy. I touched the talisman, which I’ve always worn on a bracelet that was around my wrist. My dad gave it to me right before he died and I’ve never separated form it, because it gave me strength when I was scared.
My unease grew, until their voices disappeared into the shadows and the blackness swallowed them all. I was so scared that I stayed behind the couch for another hour. In the meantime at least hundred thoughts dashed through my mind. Finally tears started sliding down my face. I was humiliated and crushed. I’ve always been fully qualified to fight all the battles and for the fist time in my life I was surrounded with things I have never experienced before – confusion and fear.
I left high school, because I wanted to do more with my life. Classes in my school were too easy for me and even when I skipped four years, being a senior when my friends were only freshmen, I was still way ahead in all of my AP classes. When I moved to Baltimore, because I was accepted to one of the best Medical schools in the world, I didn’t expect things to be that bad. The anger building up inside me was overwhelming. He promised to help me and he didn’t. He’s going to pay for that!