Punk You, You Punking Punk!, chapter 14
*Denny's POV*
I was sitting on the couch, watching TV and drinking coffee.
Billie, Tre, and Mike were still asleep.
Gena was also asleep.
I was starting to get bored of being lonely so I went to go wake up someone that could entertain me. Tre seemed to always be the most entertaining, so I trudged up the stairs to his room, and looked inside. I was confused at what I saw. Tre wasn't in the bed. I checked the bathroom, but didn't see him there. I checked everyone's room. But still no Tre. I scratched my head in thought. Where could he be?
I walked into Mike's room, and woke him up.
"Mike... " Denny whispered as I shook him
"fuzzy bunnies... .wait... .I want to play with you... ."
I snickered at Mike's comment, and he shot up.
"Fuzzy Bunnies eh?"
Mike turned a dark red.
"What do you want?"
"Where's Tre?"
"I don't know did you check his room?"
"Yes."
Mike rubbed his chin.
"I wouldn't know where he would be... .wait wait! Is he outside running around with a towel tied around his neck running around?"
"I never looked there. Thanks Mike"
"You're welcome."
I walked back down the stairs, and opened the front door, and walked outside.
Tre was there but he was lying in the middle of the street.
I studied him. "Tre!" I called. No answer. I began to panic, and ran down my walkway to Tre.
I poked at Tre, but he wouldn't respond.
"Oh my god, oh my god," I said to no one in particular.
I ran back inside the house and grabbed her phone and dialed 911.A woman picked up, and I practically yelled in panic, " I need an ambulance now!!!"
"Ma'am calm down. What's the problem?"
"I-I- don't know. My friend I think is unconscious or something... "
"Is that all?"
"No. He's not breathing either."
"oh my god. We'll get someone down there right away."
"Okay, thanks"
I walked back to Tre. I examined him more closely. Something was sticking out of his side. I looked. A knife.
There was blood pouring out slowly. I started to cry.
I shot up out of my bed.
"Calm down Denny. It was all a dream," I said to myself. I glanced at the glowing red numbers on the clock. 3:27 AM. I tossed the covers from my bed to the floor. I ran my fingers through my hair, and noticed I was thirsty. I got up and started to jump down the stairs. I saw a shadow dance across the wall. I shuttered.
"It was probably my own," I said trying to reassure myself.
*Narrator POV*
But of course Denny didn't think that, because she had no doubt at all in her mind that something bad was about to happen...
I was sitting on the couch, watching TV and drinking coffee.
Billie, Tre, and Mike were still asleep.
Gena was also asleep.
I was starting to get bored of being lonely so I went to go wake up someone that could entertain me. Tre seemed to always be the most entertaining, so I trudged up the stairs to his room, and looked inside. I was confused at what I saw. Tre wasn't in the bed. I checked the bathroom, but didn't see him there. I checked everyone's room. But still no Tre. I scratched my head in thought. Where could he be?
I walked into Mike's room, and woke him up.
"Mike... " Denny whispered as I shook him
"fuzzy bunnies... .wait... .I want to play with you... ."
I snickered at Mike's comment, and he shot up.
"Fuzzy Bunnies eh?"
Mike turned a dark red.
"What do you want?"
"Where's Tre?"
"I don't know did you check his room?"
"Yes."
Mike rubbed his chin.
"I wouldn't know where he would be... .wait wait! Is he outside running around with a towel tied around his neck running around?"
"I never looked there. Thanks Mike"
"You're welcome."
I walked back down the stairs, and opened the front door, and walked outside.
Tre was there but he was lying in the middle of the street.
I studied him. "Tre!" I called. No answer. I began to panic, and ran down my walkway to Tre.
I poked at Tre, but he wouldn't respond.
"Oh my god, oh my god," I said to no one in particular.
I ran back inside the house and grabbed her phone and dialed 911.A woman picked up, and I practically yelled in panic, " I need an ambulance now!!!"
"Ma'am calm down. What's the problem?"
"I-I- don't know. My friend I think is unconscious or something... "
"Is that all?"
"No. He's not breathing either."
"oh my god. We'll get someone down there right away."
"Okay, thanks"
I walked back to Tre. I examined him more closely. Something was sticking out of his side. I looked. A knife.
There was blood pouring out slowly. I started to cry.
I shot up out of my bed.
"Calm down Denny. It was all a dream," I said to myself. I glanced at the glowing red numbers on the clock. 3:27 AM. I tossed the covers from my bed to the floor. I ran my fingers through my hair, and noticed I was thirsty. I got up and started to jump down the stairs. I saw a shadow dance across the wall. I shuttered.
"It was probably my own," I said trying to reassure myself.
*Narrator POV*
But of course Denny didn't think that, because she had no doubt at all in her mind that something bad was about to happen...
