I layed awake in bed, breathing heavily. Something had startled me while I slept, a noise off in the distance. I was paralyzed from fear though. I knew they were out there, they didn't want me to leave, so they stood waiting. I finally grew the courage to curl into a ball, and sit there, rocking. I sat on the end of my bed. Waiting for something to happen, for the door to open, so that they would finally kill me, but it never did. Always waiting for me to open it. I felt the sun creep up the back of my neck, warming me up slowly at first. I was able to move, and went for the door. I slowly twisted the knob, and then ripped the door open, expecting someone, something to be standing there. I was always wrong. I repeated this process day in and day out, holding to the notion that some day, they would get me.

I walked outside of my room, and went to the kitchen. My wife had made oatmeal this morning, and left it in the fridge for me. I grabbed a bowl, and served myself some. I didn't bother taking the time to heat it, I had a busy day ahead of me. I took the food back to my room, and closed the door. I set the plate down on my nightstand, and then walked over to my closet.

I rifled through my clothes, not finding anything that suited my day. Until I found the perfect outfit, something snug, but comfortable.

After I got changed I sat on my bed for a moment and looked out the window. It was sunny out today, even though last night's forecast said to expect rain, not a single dark cloud was in sight.

I walked out of my room and headed for the front door. As I was turning the handle I remembered my pills. The pills were anti-anxiety, so that I didn't overwork myself.

I returned to the door and rotated the handle slowly. I don't know why I did this, a compulsory reaction I had when a door had a knob on it.

I stepped out into the sunlight and felt the warmth soak in. A relief to the cold sleepless night I just had. I stood for a moment, and then remembered my busy schedule. I hurried out to my car and reached into my pocket. Damn, I had forgotten the keys.

I ran back inside and pulled the keys from the drawer next to my bed. My hand rubbed against the gun hidden from everyone but me.

I closed the drawer gently, in case someone was watching me. I hurried back to the door, twisting the knob slowly again. The door didn't budge, I started to shake it violently, and then noticed that I somehow locked the door. I laughed at myself, and then unlocked it. I twisted the knob slowly and pulled the door open.

I let the sun wash over me again, for some reason my house was always cold, though I never bothered with the thermometer.

I ran to my car and unlocked it. I started the car and let it run for a moment, defogging the windshield. After I could see the garage door visibly, I backed out of the driveway. I pulled down the road and made a right on Sunrise Avenue. I turned the heat on in my car, and enjoyed the warmth.

I merged onto the freeway heading north towards work. I was a volunteer fireman, and had been since I turned twenty-one.

When I was a young boy, my house was lit on fire by someone, a pyromaniac that they never caught. I was the first one awake, and was able to wake up my parents. I couldn't reach my older brother in time though. We ran outside, and I heard shouts of help emanating from the burning house. I heard sirens next, and the firemen arrived. They were too late though, and couldn't save my brother. I didn't want anyone else to go through this, so I helped the local fire department every chance I'd gotten. I pulled into the driveway and heard the alarm going off.

A fire so early in the morning had me off kilter. I stopped my car and hopped out. I ran inside and put on the heavy clothing all firemen were required to wear. Our flame-retardant suits protected us from some of the fire, but a full inferno would destroy it.

I hopped onto the side of the fire-truck and it pulled out of the depot.

The world was zooming past me, as it always did. I was on hose duty, a small job fit for a volunteer. It took me a moment, but I realized we were backtracking the way I had just come.

Worry crept over me, and I hoped I didn't forget to turn something off. After everything I had forgotten this morning, I didn't put it past myself.

The house we came to was consumed in the inferno, but it was not mine. My house was safely un-crisped about one mile down the road.

We worked quickly to put the fire out, and it didn't take too long. After a few moments a couple came out of the next door house.

We asked them if they had seen the owners of this house, but no one had lived there for four years. Just a fire started by some kids then. Luckily they didn't hurt anyone. Maybe it was the same person who burned down my house, I would never know though. When we got back to the fire station I got a call from my wife, saying that she wouldn't be home until late that night.

There were no fire's throughout the day, and my replacement arrived an hour early. I decided I would go home, and use the hour of free time I had, before I resumed my schedule.

I got out to my car, and opened the door. I had forgotten to lock it, I made a quick check, but nothing was missing. I started it up, and headed home. On the return trip I made a left on Sunset Avenue.

I pulled into my driveway, and turned my car off.

I walked up to the front door and pulled my keys out. I unlocked it and then twisted the knob slowly. If I had only twisted the handle first I would have known it was unlocked already.

I took off my coat, and walked to my bedroom door. I twisted the knob slowly, and walked in.

My wife was on top of another man, naked, and moaning. I didn't say anything at first, and then he noticed me. He looked at me in shock, and then my wife saw. She rolled off of him and to the side. She said she thought I wasn't coming home for another hour. I remained silent as I walked over to my dresser. I slowly pulled open the drawer, and touched the gun. My wife and the other man were staring at me.

I pulled the gun out and shot him, my wife screamed. My hand directed itself at my wife, and then pulled the trigger. It took me a moment to realize what I had done, but I immediately ran over to her.

I started to cry myself away, and held her in my arms. I didn't even notice as the sirens came from down the street. The police had to pry her out of my hands. I stayed in jail that night, sobbing myself to sleep.

I layed awake in bed, breathing heavily. Something had startled me while I slept, a noise off in the distance. I was paralyzed from fear though. I knew they were out there, they didn't want me to leave, so they stood waiting. I finally grew the courage to curl into a ball, and sit there, rocking. I sat on the end of my bed. Waiting for something to happen, for the door to open, so that they would finally kill me, but it never did. Always waiting for me to open it. I felt the sun creep up the back of my neck, warming me up slowly at first. I was able to move, and went for the door. I slowly twisted the knob, and then ripped the door open, expecting someone, something to be standing there. I was always wrong. I repeated this process day in and day out, holding to the notion that some day, they would get me.