NoSleep Entry #2

My phone gives my position away as the only light source in the room. I am rested behind the front door with my bat leaning beside me. My left hand busied itself suppressing the bleed in my stomach while I type this with one hand. The siren gets louder and the authorities will be here any minute.


I had left the bathroom dragging the bat on the floor as I walked slowly to Labake's room. The corridors had never felt smaller but I struggled to press forward. I peered into the room with the door slightly opened. The room was empty, she was probably hiding.
I felt a rush of anger and barged into the room, taking the T.V with one swipe of the bat. It felt good and I stared as sparks flew from its body and the screen went into static before giving way to blackness.

I rushed out of the room and I started searching for her. One room at a time. I called out for her but she didn't answer. No, she didn't think we were having sex, she had an idea of what was going on. She had always been a smart girl and I loved her. I searched all the rooms one by one and it was just as I left it. Silence Of The Lambs was still showing on T.V while the remote was at the centre table as I left it. Rebecca's phone blinked but I ignored. I walked to the door and I locked it. Putting the key in my pocket.
It was hide and seek again, Daddy just got home feeling bad and defeated. My ball had grazed his CD rack, toppling the collections unto the floor and breaking the sit so it looped to the right when it stood. I was tensed, Daddy had seen it and had gone ballistic. I could hear the footsteps coming upstairs. I ran and I hid myself under my bed whimpering and dreading his appearance . Yes! Labake had to be under her bed.
I took the detour hastily and made for her bedroom. I kicked the door open this time. I promptly entered and dropped on my knees like the monster does in horror movies. Ready with a catchphrase in cheek for comedic pleasure. Instead, I'm met with the soles of her feet which was smooth and a little sweaty, she had been wearing socks all day.
I latched my palms on her ankle and jerked once and she shrieked while providing resistance by kicking with all her strength. Her ankles are almost outside. I jerked again, and she squeals but her back is already out and this is almost over. I moved back and pulled as hard as I could dragging her full body from underneath the bed.

Seven year old she was, I could hold her upside down with one arm and look into her terrified face. But as I was about lifting her she stabbed me in my stomach just above my right hip. I dropped her immediately and she fell to the ground, pulling the knife from inside me and scurrying out of the room. I felt the surface of the wound with my hand then spread the skin around it to see how deep it was. Blood seeped perpetually but the adrenaline had me going. This is interesting.

I left the room in search of her. She had gone around the house switching off all the lights in all the rooms. This is real hide and seek now. I should have my fun.
"Labbaakkee.... come outside" I said

My voice almost sonorous. I teased her, she must be ready to play.  I listened more than I walked, running my fingers on the wall like a braille page, searching for the light switch. False sounds I heard had me swinging the bat with immense energy into darkness. Almost dislocating my shoulder. She could be anywhere, she could be everywhere.

I made for a light switch in the sitting room feeling the wall as I took my steps slowly, listening for safety. I had gotten close to the switch when I heard footsteps coming towards me. I swung twice, hitting nothing but air. I could hear it, the footsteps moving back into the corridor . I pursued her. Increasing pace in the direction of the thuds of her feet on the ground.

I could tell she was moving away facing me and I could also tell when she turned and broke into a sprint. I chase in darkness and I had almost caught up when I ran into the wall at the end of the corridor. Mildly destabilised, I regained composure and laid in wait. She was in one of the rooms with a knife and I was backed up a corner. I waited for her.

At this time, I could hear the sirens in the distance. Labake had called the police. We couldn't play the waiting game for long anymore. I rummaged my pocket and I found a pen. I threw it where I thought the light switch could be. It hardly made a thud. I waited but she did not come out. I fetched my phone and I threw it.

Thud.

In less than a second I heard footsteps running out of Rebecca's room which I also shared. I swung the bat. Clunk. I hit and I heard a squish sound. Her body was flung from the force and it hit the ground with a thud and then silence. I quickly walk down the corridor to the light switch. Stepping on her body and almost falling in the process. I flicked the switch and saw her body. With brain matter littering the ground. I flicked the light switch.
The sirens have gotten louder and I cannot possibly run away. I unlocked and stood behind the door, patiently waiting as two policemen step out of their vehicle and made for the porch. I hope I survive this. I'm sorry Labake.