The not so innocent minds Ch 2 STANDALONE
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Home Alone 9
By Susan Brown
Kindly edited by Angel O'Hare
I woke up suddenly. I was curled up in a ball and was shaking slightly.
I didn't know where I was for a moment and then I remembered.
I shot up off the floor and ran into the corner, looking wildly around
me for the rat.
The room had a few bits of junk in it, but no sign of the rat anywhere.
I rubbed my leg and suddenly felt a pain.
I looked at where I had rubbed and noticed bite marks and traces of
blood on my hand.
I nearly fainted as I realised that I had been bitten. There were two
puncture marks, close together and a small rivulet of dried blood,
going down my leg.
I sat down suddenly on the floor, my heart racing at the thought of the
disgusting rat biting me.
After a few moments, I calmed down a bit and looked around me. I
recognised this room as being one of the small, unused reception rooms
on the ground floor. The door into the hall was slightly ajar. The room
was about fifteen feet square, with a low ceiling and in need of
redecorating. Because of this, we hadn't got round to using it yet and
that's why the room had no furniture in it.
I looked over to the other side of the room and noticed where I had
come in. On this side, the door looked like a bookcase. It was
obviously another hidden door, a bit like the fireplace in my room.
I got up and went over to the door and closed it. I did not want any
more rats attacking me!
My leg was still sore, so I went upstairs to the bathroom and cleaned
the wound up as best as I could. I found some anti-septic cream and
winced slightly as I worked some into the punctures. I then put a
plaster on it to keep it clean.
All the time I was doing this, I was listening out for scurrying
noises. My fear of rats had increased ten fold since one had actually
bitten me.
I looked down at myself and saw that my uniform was grubby from where I
had gone through the passage and landed on the floor. I decided to wash
my blouse and skirt and change into something else.
I went into my room and went over to my wardrobe. I picked out one of
the skirts (the short one) that I had just bought and the 'I'm a good
girl, not' sweatshirt. I also grabbed a clean white bra and panties and
then put the clothes on a chair.
I went into the bathroom and had a shower, using some nice bubbly
shower gel that made my skin feel like silk. Luckily, the plaster on my
leg was waterproof, so it didn't come unstuck. I washed my hair with
some of my Mum's shampoo and then used conditioner to make it all silky
and smooth.
I dried myself off quickly
I felt better after my shower and my skin glowed. I dried my hair a bit
with a towel and then I went into my Mum and Dad's room and used the
hairdryer, brushing my hair as it dried. It took a few minutes, but it
looked soft, full and pretty when I finished.
I was still naked, and I started having goose bumps, so I ran back to
my room and quickly got dressed.
I brushed my hair again, as it had been messed up a bit when I put on
my sweatshirt.
Looking at my reflection, I marvelled at how much I had changed over
the past few days. I had gone from looking like a boy outside but
feeling inside a girl, with all the heartache and frustration that had
come with it, to actually being a girl. OK, I had bits that girls
didn't normally have, but eventually, I would do something about that.
Suddenly, I heard a noise.
It was a scratching sound and the patter of feet. I did the bravest
thing I could think of. I screamed, ran over to my bed and scrambled
under the covers. I was shaking with fear again. My heart was pounding
and I came out in a cold sweat.
I stopped my breathing, so I could hear what was going on. I could
still hear the scampering of tiny feet.
Something landed on the bed. I couldn't see a thing in the darkness,
but I could feel it crawling up the bed covers towards me.
I shot out of that bed as if I was being fired out of a gun and ran
over to the door.
I turned around, and there on the bed was the rat. It was a dirty grey
colour and was big, at least nine inches long. Its eyes were staring at
me, unblinking. It looked evil. I could see its horrible sharp teeth,
the teeth that had bitten me. I had to kill it before it could hurt me
some more.
I had an old tennis racquet, propped up in a corner. I grabbed it and
hesitantly and very, very reluctantly went over to the bed. The rat
still had not moved, perhaps it was as afraid of me as I was of it.
I raised the racquet and was just about to smash it down on the rat
when I saw the covers of my bed move.
There was something else in my bed! Another rat!
I ran out of the room and slammed the door shut.
To say I was frightened was an understatement...more like terrified. I
went downstairs, got a glass and had a drink of water. After what
seemed an age, I calmed down. I didn't know what to do. The house was
infested with rats. I couldn't live here with rats in the house.
I started crying. It was all getting a bit too much for me. I had been
through hell and back, now this!
I sat down in the lounge, clutching my glass, rocking gently and taking
sips of water.
Then my mood changed. For some reason, I started getting angry. Why was
I being put through all this? I had lost the only two people that
mattered to me. I had to cope with being alone. All the trouble I had
had in the shopping centre and the school and now I was being run out
of my own home by disgusting rats!
No way was I going to give in to this. After what I had been through,
getting rid of rats should be easy.
I went upstairs, picked up the tennis racquet, that I had thrown down
in the hall and opened the door carefully.
Once again, my heart was in my mouth, but this time anger got me
through the door. I screamed at the top of my voice, to scare the rats.
There on the bed was the same rat, still looking at me with that
piercing stare. I raised the racquet and was just about to thump it
when I noticed that it wasn't moving and there was blood in the corner
of its mouth. Come to think of it, the head was at a funny angle.
I realised it was dead!
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the covers on the bed move slightly.
I gasped as I realised that the other rat was very much alive and under
the bed covers.
This one I knew had to be finished off and so I raised the racquet
and..... heard a noise coming from under the bedcover. It wasn't a
squeak it was a purr!
I lifted the edge of the bed cover up and carefully looked under.
With big green eyes, white face and a little tongue licking its paws...
a cat stared at me.
He or she purred loudly, stretched and came out from under the covers
and jumped off the bed.
I sat down in a heap on the bed (well away from the dead rat) and the
cat immediately jumped on my lap.
'Hello Honey, where did you come from?'
I think the cat was a she because she looked very girly. She was quite
small; I would say an old kitten or young adult, if you know what I
mean. She was mainly white with splodges of tortoiseshell on her body
and three of her paws.
She started licking me on my hand and it tickled.
There was no collar around her neck and as I stroked her, I could feel
her ribs through her fur. She was thin, very thin and she looked very
hungry.
I picked her up and she purred even louder.
'Are you hungry? Come on then, let's see if I can find you some milk.'
I carried her downstairs. She didn't mind one bit being carried and in
no time at all we were in the kitchen and I was watching as she
polished off a full saucer of milk.
I gave her another drop of milk and as I watched her drink, I realised
what must have happened. I had come through the secret passage and that
rat had followed me in and I assume that the cat following the rat,
managed to catch and kill it. She must have then gone into my bedroom,
put the rat on the bed and then snuggled under the bed covers. How did
she know it was my bed? Was it a coincidence? Who knows?
Judging by her condition, she must be a stray, a bit like me really.
'I'll call you Honey, because you look so sweet.' I said and I swear
she nodded as she came over and brushed herself against my bare legs.
I went upstairs with a carrier bag and a trowel from the garden and
picked up the dead rat from the bed, putting it in the carrier bag. I
was glad to see the back of that! All the time, Honey was following me,
she was my little shadow and I loved it because at last I wasn't at
home alone.
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I picked up my dirty clothes and bedding from my room and put the stuff
in the washer/dryer. I hoped that the clothes were colour-fast and I
made sure that it was set on a warm wash, just in case.
As I ate my tea, I talked a lot to Honey about what had happened to me
and how I hoped that she would stay and keep me company. I'm sure that
she didn't understand a word about what I was talking about but she did
have this habit of looking at me intelligently and meowing sometimes,
just to join in on the conversation.
'Well, Honey, that's my story. I wish you could talk too. I would love
to know what happened to you.'
I picked up my plate and glass and washed them up. Honey still had some
milk in her saucer so I left it for her to have when she felt like it.
I would need to get her some cat food very soon, some litter for her
too; perhaps tomorrow.
I was pretty exhausted after the momentous events of the day so I
decided to go to bed early. I decided that I would iron my clothes
tomorrow. I checked all the doors and windows, helped by Honey, of
course and they were all OK. I was a bit worried about Honey needing to
go to the toilet, so I found an old large baking tin, some earth from
an old pot plant, spread the earth in the bottom of the tray and
plonked Honey in it. She was very clever, because she knew exactly what
to do!
I got undressed quickly, and in no time I was in bed with Honey curled
up by my side and purring contentedly.
I yawned and thought about tomorrow and what else might happen to me. I
needed to go to the shops (again!) I had to find a way in and out of
the house so that I would not trip off the alarm system. I may have to
use the tunnel again, but to be honest I didn't much fancy that.
Just then my mobile phone rang. Who could it be? I picked the phone up
from the bedside table and looked at the number, I didn't recognise it.
I pressed the button and said hesitantly, 'Hello.'
'Is that Katie?'
'Yes.' It was a woman's voice.
'Hello Katie, It's Nicola's Mum.'
'Oh, Hello.'
'Sorry to ring you at this time but Nicola gave me your number and I
don't have your land line one. Can I speak to your Mum or Dad?
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Copyright Susan Brown 2005
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