Through the Darkness (Part 9)

I started to cry due to the out of desperation and consuming fear. I will never forget that horrendous night. I knew my father had been shot by Mr. Campbell, but I didn't know what to do. Where was mom? As I heard Mr. Campbell coming down the stairs, I closed the door. I couldn't help being noisy. He realized I was in the bathroom. I locked the door as quickly as I could, trembling and teary-eyed. You gotta be strong son. I looked at the windows. Too small, I thought. I turned off the lights and sat down on the floor. I hugged my knees to my chest and closed my eyes. Everything went black. Afterwards I heard Mr. Campbell knocking furiously on the bathroom door. “Who’s there?” he asked. I started to cry noiselessly. “Who’s there?...” he asked again.

“Who’s there?” I heard for the third time. I jumped out of my seat. Right after, I saw Charles standing in front of the car, looking at me through the windshield. His flashlight was not working so well. I could hear him from the distance, through my window, because I had left it open before. It was getting cold inside the car. I suddenly remembered that I was looking for a flashlight. Charles went back to his car so I took advantage of that situation and got out of my car. I hurried and took a look in the trunk to see what I could find. It was so dark inside the tunnel that I couldn't see anything. I had to touch grope around with my bare hands the inside of the trunk. I found a lantern. A lantern!  I was one lucky son of a bitch. My friend Robert had forgotten it two weeks ago when we went camping and fishing for two days outdoors.