Oh The Weather is Frightful

Outside, there was a blustering snowstorm going on. So strong that there had been no way of seeing outside clearly. Probably around to a foot or maybe two outside. If I were to guess. I do know that there’s enough to make the sidewalk invisible. Along with the street that I currently reside on.

As it meant that driving here would be probably impossible.

A huge problem for me right now. Since I could use the cops for once in my life. While I lay on my side in my hiding space, I hear footsteps going on above me. The intruder’s footsteps. Tightening the bandage around my leg, I pray she doesn’t spot the door to my hiding spot. That she just walks past me and into another room.

I pray that my injury does not get any worse than it is right now.

I would have taken better care of it. But I wasn’t entirely certain how to. Or how bad it really was. Other than the fact its bleeding profusely and my head feels weird. Lightish? Sort of like I’m floating and I’m cold. And I can’t tell if it's because of the injury itself or everything else going on.

Either way, I hope that my call to the cops went through. That, despite the weather, they come. Come with paramedics. Then I tell myself that they will come to save me. Save me from my murderous neighbor.

I will survive.