The Story of Channon Rose: Lessons between the Lines Read Online Free PDF Page B

way of Misty’s supposedly perfect life with my dad. I might as well have been a lifeless object. My hands and feet went numb; I began to lose circulation in my arms. I started to lose my strength. I just kept hoping that she would let me go. Somehow I eventually managed to get up and get away from her. As soon as I did, she chased after me. I immediately ran to the kitchen to get the cordless phone to call my mother. I ran as fast as I could around the other side of the house and back into my room and locked myself in there before she could get to me.
    I tried to call my mom, but my hands were shaking so badly and I was in such a panic I couldn’t remember my mother’s phone number. Misty was now right outside my door, banging and screaming hysterically and demanding that I open it. Nothing was going to make me open that door, not after the torture I had just endured. I was going to stay locked in my room until my dad came home. 30 seconds later, the knocking stopped. I thought it was over, so I decided not call my mom, which would start another fight with my dad. That turned out to be a very bad decision.
    All of a sudden I heard the doorknob turn; that crazy psycho had picked the lock! I hid behind the door and when the door opened and she walked in I shoved past her, ran out of my room and hid in the coat closet by the front door. I tried not to breathe or exist. I heard her go into the kitchen and bang a drawer shut. She began to call my name like we were in a twisted game of hide and seek. I was shaking and crying and trying to catch my breath and I just kept hoping that my dad would come home early. Her voice got closer and closer. I knew she had to be within a few feet of the closet door. Hiding in the closet seemed like a good decision in my frantic panic but now I was frightened that I would become trapped. If she found me, there would be nowhere for me to go. In that moment I made a quick decision, I would rather make my attempt at an escape, than be cornered in a dark closet. I pushed open the door out ran out. When I turned around she was standing right behind me with a large kitchen knife in her hand. I started crying loudly and told her that I was sorry, and that I didn’t mean what I had written, and that I would throw the paper away. But it was too late.
    She bolted towards me and I started running away from her as fast as I could. She started chasing after me with the knife in her hand. Was she trying to kill me? I was crying hysterically, I could barely catch my breath, my adrenaline was going, and I couldn’t believe what was happening. I truly believed that I would have to defend myself and fight for my life. I ran into the kitchen and I grabbed the biggest knife I could find and turned to face her. Without thinking I rushed towards her with the knife and started to confront her. I ran after her and she started laughing as she began to run away from me. She thought it was funny. She was enjoying this. It was as if it was a sick game she was playing. A sick and evil game played with a helpless little girl. I don’t know how, but I was able to get back to my room again, grabbed the cordless phone that was in my room and quickly dialed 911. I told the operator on the other end what had happened and she told me to stay on the phone with her but I needed to call my mom. I wanted a chance to tell my mom I loved her in case Misty got to me before help arrived. Immediately after I told the operator our address I hung up and I called my mom and tried to explain everything in 10 seconds what had happened and that she needed to come and get me. Once Misty realized I had called for help, I heard her go into the kitchen and quickly put her knife back in the drawer and then she yelled to me from the kitchen, “You are so dramatic Channon”. She said this in such a calm adult voice. She was so good at being crazy. Then the chaos ended, or so I thought.
    I stayed locked in my room, hiding under my bed with a