Pain and Love. (1/1)

A scream echoed in the apartment, followed by some crashing and banging and then some more screaming. One final scream echoed around the apartment, louder and shriller than the rest followed by a quick scramble which then resulted in silence. You sat perched on the end of the sofa with the remote control in your hand pointing towards the TV which had been on moments before; obviously watching a scary film had not been a good idea especially when you were by yourself and in the middle of the night. You sighed as you wearily glanced around, wrapping yourself deeper into your blanket feeling suddenly cold. At the sound of a small bang, you squeaked and dived head first into the sofa and lay perfectly still; it wasn’t until a few seconds later you realised it was just one of your neighbours down the hall. ‘Goodness ~~~, get a hold of yourself. It was just a movie’, but even when you said the words aloud it didn’t make you feel any better. As quickly and quietly as you could you shuffled into the kitchen still wrapped in your blanket, taking a glass out of the cupboard and filling it with water, you attempted to calm your heart by taking a large gulp. But that still didn’t help, sighing at your immaturity you turned to head to bed but you were suddenly plunged into darkness. Letting out a squeak you dropped the glass you were holding and stumbled on the blanket; as you stumbled blindly forward you stood on something sharp; letting out a scream, but before you could steady yourself your hip hit the counter and you fell forward onto the floor, your arms only just catching your fall. You felt even more sharp objects pierce your skin and you bit your lip so keep from crying out; tears began to fall from your eyes. Reaching down to your legs you tried to inspect the damage, you winced several times as your hands carefully brushed over your legs, when you bought your hand back up you noticed that it was wet. Attempting to stand you tried to pull yourself up with the counter, but your legs were shaking so much that you just collapsed back onto the floor, also knowing that trying to crawl into the living room to try and get your phone was out of the question; you ignored the stabbing pains in your legs and you curled up into a ball to wait for the power to turn back on.