Hailey
The man leaves, but I don’t think for a second he’s really gone. I hear the guy in the house above me shuffling about. Every so often, he walks over to the door and opens it. He just stands there for a while before slamming it shut. If he knew how dangerous the man was, he wouldn’t be so brave or stupid. I can’t quite tell. I don’t know how much time passes, but it must be at least an hour. Eventually, light filters through the slats of the porch. It’s a red-gold color that brings tears to my eyes. I don’t hear footsteps overhead anymore.
I can’t stay under here forever, not with the ants and God knows what else is lurking that I can’t see in the dark. The smell is awful on account of my waste, and if I’m going to die, I refuse to go like this. I imagine the rest of me will begin
