BANG BANG BANG
I inhaled, crowbar clenched in my hands from my position behind the closet door as I listened to the men outside banging on my door. Please go away, please go away, please go away. I silently pleaded. I didn't need this sort of drama in my life. Couldn't these people just assume no one was home and leave? Though, if they were burglars, assume someone was home and then leave? I didn't want to deal with intruders by myself, not when I was one fourth the weight and the size of the men standing on my porch. Of all times for them to come by. Why now? WHY NOW?!
-Inspiration from a knock on the door
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