in all honesty i'm not sure what i'm doing lol, it's my first time writing oneshots and i know i'm not very good at it. i've been putting off this particular one for months but my friend kept bullying me so i finally finished it. if anyone has suggestions go ahead and put them in the comments? i don't know
quick warning, this will be disturbing. and kinda gory.

The bedroom door creaked open, waking me up. I pretend to be asleep, peeking at the door with one eye, seeing a hooded man in the doorway. He was dragging.. bodies. My parents. He drags them in and props them up in my desk chairs, writing their names on the wall, in their fucking blood.
I close my eyes again and try not to panic. He walks over quietly and creeps under my bed, breathing heavily. How he hasn't noticed I'm awake yet astonishes me, I'm just barely holding myself together, trying so hard not to cry.
After a few minutes of silent panic, I hear him shifting under the bed- he mumbles nonsense quietly until I hear him whisper..
"I know you're awake."
My breathe hitches in my throat and my heart comes to an abrupt stop- I try to think of a plan, trying not to panic. There's nothing blocking the door, I might be able to run out into the hallway?
Without a second thought, I jump up out of my twin-size bed and onto the floor, sprinting towards the door. He slowly squirms out from under the bed and starts coming after me, sprinting across the messy floor. I whimper as i knock over one of the chairs to stall him- grabbing my phone off the charger and running out the door he left open, and down the road at full speed. I know there's an opening to the woods in the neighbors backyard.
I keep running before getting to the neighbors, heading into their backyard and into the woods, darting around fallen branches and trying to avoid the leaves. I find a big tree that looks fairly climeable, and start heading up it. I climb to the very top of the big tree, and dial 911- praying silently that the call will go through.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"h-hello.." I stammer. "I'm hiding in the woods.."
"Excuse me?"
"A man was in my house.. he killed my parents."
"I'm sending help to your location." I don't know how the hell the dispatcher is holding it together, I want to cry. "Stay on the line, please."
"Okay."
"What's your name?"
"Andrew. Andrew Madden."
The dispatcher stays quiet and I hear someone running into the woods, I silence my breathing, crying silently. He stops to look around, not thinking to look up, thank god. Suddenly I hear the branch crack, biting my lip and panicking silently- fuck. what do I do? Normally I think fast in these situations. Where the hell did my instincts go?
I crawl towards the base of the branch slowly, still holding my phone, trying to be quiet. I bite my lip and close my eyes, hoping that the stranger will just run past. Apparently, he knows better. I hear the footsteps stop near the base of tree, and almost gasp. I hold my breath and hear the sirens closing in, whimpering quietly and keeping my eyes closed tightly- praying silently that he'll just go away, but some part of me knows that won't happen. Some part of me knows that this is the end.
He finally looks up and sees me there, mumbles something and stops to think for a second, hearing the sirens. he starts to climb the tree up after me.
I can't jump down, I'll break my legs.
I can't climb up, there's nowhere to go.
I can't crawl out onto the branch, it'll break.
I can't call for help, no one will hear me.
I try to keep my mind level as panic consumes me. Sobbing desperately, I wait until he's close to my branch and jump down- I hear a bone crack and scream in agony, pulling myself up, defying the pain, and moving as quickly as I can away from the tree, and deeper into the woods- he also jumps down and lands perfectly like he's done it a million times before, catching up to me easily. I hear the sirens advancing and pray one final time, unbeknownst to myself- he catches up to me finally, and grabs me by the collar of my nightshirt- breaking my neck swiftly.
I let out a short, stifled cry, and begin to spit out blood- releasing my final breath moments after, going limp in the mystery mans arms..