Sequel: NightCurse

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Cheynne the Desperate Cutter

She found nothing to slice up her arms with. then, her mind concocted a great ( to her) idea. If she climbed on top of the counters, she could grab the key and unlock the cupboard. She stirred out of bed and soundlessly tip-toed into the kitchen. She kept the lights dim, so she wouldn't wake Gerard.

It would be difficult to complete the mission, though. Her fuzzy pajamas weren't exactly the most stable things in the world, especially for climbing things such as counters. The pajamas had built-in socks to keep her feet toasty, but they were exorbitantly slippery.

Cheyenne pushed her fragile body on top of the counter. Then, she cautiously stood on the top of the counter. She slowly walked to the cupboard where the sharp objects were. Her foot slipped a bit, and she nearly fell. She gripped onto another nearby cabinet, though. She placed her hand on top of the cupboard and felt around for the key. The top of the counter was quite slippery.

As soon as Cheyenne felt the coldness of the steel key, the door to the front yard opened up. This frightened her, and she twitched her finger. Her finger hit the key, and down the kitchen drain it slipped. It landed with a thud. from the front door came a man. Cheyenne and the man just starred at each other, too frightened to move a decimeter of their bodies. The man dashed into Gerard’s room screaming.

He shook Gerard up from a sound sleep. “Wake up, wake up! There’s a thief in the house trying to steal all of our belongings! She’s standing on the kitchen counter! Hurry!”

“Mikeh?” said Gerard. He had no idea what was going on. He yawned an enormous, long yawn with his mouth wide-open. Then, he stretched out, his body spanning from one side of his bed to the other. He yawned a bit once more and got out of bed. Then, he popped on his light and retrieved a bat from his closet just in case. A bunch of other junk fell out of his closet and piled onto his floor.

They walked down the stairs and into the corridor near the kitchen. One of Gerard’s eyes were closed, because it felt dry to him. He peered into the kitchen to find Cheyenne desperately sticking her hand down the sink to retrieve the lost key.

Mikey was about to run for his life from the girl. He had thought she had broken in and tried to steal their stuff. Gerard hadn’t explained to him about her. Mikey darted into his own room and barricaded the door.

Both Cheyenne and Gerard watched as he zoomed away from them. Gerard stepped closer to Cheyenne, so they could converse about what happened. Cheyenne had a pleading look on her face. She was afraid of what he’d do to her if he discovered that she tried to cut herself up again. She backed away slowly and kept her eye on him.

“It’s OK, kid,” said Gerard, “What happened? I won’t be mad at you.”

She hesitated. Often, her parents had siad they wouldn’t be mad at her, and 95% of the time, it was a lie. She received a plethora of beatings when they had said it’d be OK. She didn’t know whether to trust Gerard or not, but she began to explain, “I couldn’t help myself. I just had to cut myself. I figured out a plan. I’d climb on the counters and retrieve the key. Then, I’d unlock the cupboard. When I tried to retrieve the key, that guy came in and nearly scared me to death. My fingers slipped and knocked the key down the drain. I’m really, really sorry. I know you probably won’t, but I hope you’ll be able to forgive me.”

She nearly started to sob when Gerard gave her a gigantic hug, “It’s OK,” he said, “You should probably try to get some sleep. I’ll attempt to get the key out of the drain.” Cheyenne trudged to bed and quickly fell asleep under the fleece covers.

Gerard pounded on Mikey’s door. “Get out,” said Gerard, “It’s safe!”

“When are the police coming?”

“They aren’t. I’ll explain when we get downstairs.”