Mistaken Identity

Mistaken Identity - student project

 

- Not my Photo-

 

-SURPRISE-

I hid in the closet, hearing the thunderous stomps of his feet as he made his way up the stairs. Beads of sweat and tears ran down my face as my hand clutched my own mouth so he couldn’t hear me breathing. Every step he took made it harder and harder to breathe.

The only light in the closet came from the slits in the door and I could faintly see the room I was in. Jonah’s. I am so lucky he is staying at my mother’s house tonight, if one good thing came out of tonight, it was that my baby wasn’t here to witness this.

The footsteps got louder and louder until I saw a silhouette glide past the closet doors. He’s here.

Before I could even think, I launched myself at him and knocked him to the ground.

 

 

-SUSPENSE-

Jenny Laughlin’s house yet no sign of Jenny and her son Jonah. Her ex, Ronny, was face down in a pool of his own blood that continued to seep further and further into her beige carpet, turning it an odd pinkish colour. The struggle that ensued just moments before left me with a searing gash on my forehead and at least a couple of broken ribs. I radioed in for backup, hearing that they should be arriving within the next couple of minutes.

I still don’t know how many men had been with him and could still be in the house. Checking my police issued gun. “5 bullets left” I muttered, I looked down at Ronny, the 6th bullet lodged in his torso. Turning towards the stairs, I made my way up, one painful step at a time.

 

I hid in the closet, hearing the thunderous stomps of his feet as he made his way up the stairs. Beads of sweat and tears ran down my face as my hand clutched my own mouth so he couldn’t hear me breathing. Every step he took made it harder and harder for me to breathe.

The only light in the closet came from the slits in the door and I could faintly see the room I was in. Jonah’s. I am so lucky he is staying at my mother’s house tonight, if one good thing came out of tonight, it was that my baby wasn’t here to witness this.

 

As I made my way to the landing of the stairs, every breath I took felt like a stab to the gut. There are three rooms to check; Jonah’s, Jenny’s and the bathroom.

I needed to check on Jonah to make sure that he was safe. I made my way over to his room and slowly pushed his door open, ready for anything that may be behind his door. Nothing. His neatly made bed decorated with his toys remained untouched. I heaved a sigh of relief “Thank God”.

 

The footsteps got louder and louder until I saw a silhouette glide past the closet doors. He’s here.

 

I was just about to check the next room, when the closet doors banged open and something rushed at me.

All I remember was blackness and someone calling my name.