Lucretia- Home invasion

Lucretia stopped working on her students' reports because she heard a noise from her bedroom. She swallowed a lump and put her glasses on her desk. Her wavy black locks fell onto her chest and she put her hand over her mouth to muffle any noise that might come out of her mouth. She quickly turned the light of her office off and slowly crawled towards the door.  It was facing her bedroom so she could hear anyone who broke into her home. She felt her heart hit against her ribcage and it made her panic. What if the intruder could hear her? What if they could realize that she was hiding in her office? She bit her hand, hard, in an attempt to channel her frustration and fear silently. It sent a jolt down her spine but she managed to contain a painful cry. The noise became louder and this time easier to decipher. Someone was trashing her bedroom, she was now certain of it because she could hear the constant thud of her window. It sounded like someone was knocking against the window, which didn't make sense to the woman who interpreted it as someone breaking her furniture. 

Lucretia had flashbacks of the slaughter that took place fifty decades ago. She could still remember the noise of heavy boots marching on the floor, and the blood-curling screams that tore through the night. She could still remember her own blood, drawn out by a deep cut on top of her head, soaking her hair, and her chest. She could still remember seeing through the pile of bodies on top of her. She could see their assailants walking around and killing those who survived. It wasn't just war, because if it was war they would have made prisoners. They would have snatched the children and the women to turn them into slaves or servants. No. This time it was different. It was a genocide! They were trying to eradicate her whole species and make sure that there were no more unicorns left on this planet. She managed to keep her noise to a minimum level and waited for them to leave the open mass graves. It took three days spent among the bloated corpses, the blood, and other fluids, rain, and mud for her to make sure that her enemies were all gone and there was no more danger. Once she was certain, she managed to crawl her way out of the pile of bodies and while she survived, the faces of the dead, their torment, and their pain-twisted faces were burned into her soul. 

What if the same people who exterminated her people found out that she was alive? She bit harder into her hand, to the point of drawing blood. She looked at her desk for something she could use to defend herself. There was no need for her to remain hidden and pray for the intruder to leave her house. Sooner or later, they would enter her office and the best way to protect herself would be to attack first. She noticed a large pair of scissors on her table and quickly stood up. She carefully walked to her table grabbed the scissors and slowly turned around.  She clenched her fists and carefully walked out of the office. Her heart hit harder against her ribcage. Her breathing was laboured but she braced herself. As she came closer to the bedroom, the noise she heard became louder. She brutally opened her door and entered the room only to find it empty and undisturbed. The noise came from her window. A tree branch was hitting against the window because it was raining outside.  Her nerves were wrecked and she started to laugh and cry and laugh again. She sat on her bed and covered her face with both hands as she cried all her tears. She couldn't live like this any longer.

-TBC-