Robbery
< >I gently touched the scar on my hand. Memories of that fateful day started unfolding before me...

< >I brushed some pink blush onto my cheeks. Then, I fastened a necklace with a pink heart pendant around my neck and put on a pair of pink earrings. I surveyed myself on the mirror. I grinned at the sight of myself. "Looks like I'm ready for the wedding banquet!" I whispered, delightful. I grabbed my pink Gucci handbag and swung it onto my shoulders. I swung the door open and strutted out of the house.

< >I walked up to my garage and pushed the garage door button. The doors slid up. A smile spread across my face as my hot pink Porsche was revealed. I slid my perfectly manicured hands into my bag and groped around. I dug in deeper, a puzzled look on my face. "Where are my car keys?" I murmured. I slapped my hand onto my forehead as I recalled leaving my car keys on the bed side table. I walked out of the garage and sauntered to my house door, not wanting to perspire and ruin my makeup. I glance down at my beautiful pink shiny high-heels and another smile flickered across my face. Being rich sure makes life enjoyable! When I looked up, I saw a shadow slipping into the open house door from the corner of my eyes. Then, the door slammed shut. I stared at the door in wide-eyed horror and my jaws hanging open. What or who was that?

< >I edged slowly to my door. I dug my hands into my handbag again and fished out my pepper spray, my heart thumping madly. My fingers curled around a slim bottle and I pulled it out. I slowly turned the door knob, my other hand ready with my pepper spray. I swung the door open and squirted some of the pepper spray in front of me with my eyes shut, expecting a groan and a thud as that 'thing' gets blinded with my pepper spray and falls onto the floor. But instead, there was silence. I slowly opened my eyes and realized that no one was in front of me. I heaved a sigh of relief. I must have been imagining things! I loosened up and walked into my house. Crash! A crash could be heard as if something made of glass had fallen onto the ground and smashed into a million pieces. I gulped. That must have been what happened. I hoped against hope that my one million dollars glass sculpture of myself had not been the victim as I slowly climbed up the staircase which leads to the second floor of my house. I turned to my bedroom. I stopped myself from screaming in time when I saw who was in my room - A man clad in black. An empty sack was on the floor beside him as he rummaged through my drawers, his back facing me. Sure enough, my glass sculpture was on the floor, smashed into a million pieces. Traces of blood led from the pieces of glass to the man's foot. I almost fainted as he poured out all the contents of my jewellery box into his sack. I could not let this go on anymore further!

< >I edged towards the man, holding out my pepper spray with my hands trembling. My legs were shivering badly and I thought that I would faint there and then. I was right behind the man now. I did not know what to do next. Then, a thought hit me. What if this man was armed? What if he threatens to kill me? What if he does kill me? My mind was filled with dozens of 'what if's' as I continued holding out my pepper spray. Then, I decided to do what I decided to do. I tapped at the man's shoulder lightly. The man paused whatever he was doing for a while and wheeled around. I tried squirting the man with my pepper spray but to no avail. My hands were shaking so bad, the next thing I knew, my hands were empty. I stared at the man through my widened eyes. I tried to turn back and run, but I could not. My legs seemed to have turned putty.

< >I was engulfed with horror as the robber wielded a knife from his pocket like magic. He brandished it in front of me and told me not to move. Then, he snatched my handbag from my shoulders and stuffed it into his sack. As he was busy with my handbag, his back towards me, I bent down and slowly picked up my bottle of pepper spray without a sound. I quickly stood back up just as the man turned and faced me. Immediately, I managed to spray pepper spray into the man's eyes. "Urgh!" the man groaned, pulling his hand onto his eyes. He stumbled backwards, knocking against the opened drawers. I closed in towards the man and held up my pepper spray again, trying to squirt him again, but no matter how many times I pushed the button, nothing came out. I shook the bottle and realized that the bottle was empty. I threw the bottle behind and put up my fists, ready for a fight. The robber groaned again and waved his dagger in front of him blindly, slashing my arm. I screamed as I retreated, tumbling to the ground. Tears of agony poured down my pale face as fresh blood came rushing out from the wound. I clutched the cut tightly and pushed myself back to my feet. Knowing I was no match for the armed robber, I stumbled towards the telephone beside my bed.

< >I picked up the phone and was about to dial the numbers '999' when the robber cut the telephone line with his knife. He stabbed my hand with the knife and I shrieked in pain. Gripping my hand, I wheeled around in horror. The robber's eyes were opened in a squint and was blood-red. He was holding his sharp knife with one hand and wiping his eyes with the other. "Don't call the police or else!" the robber threatened. I glanced at his shaky hand. This is my chance! With all my might, I grabbed the hand which was holding the knife and twisted it. The man shouted in pain and the knife fell onto the floor. He tried kicking me but to his efforts were in vain. I kicked his wobbly legs and he toppled onto the ground. I grabbed his knife and threw it out of my window and onto my backyard. "Wow, I can't believe I unarmed a robber," I thought. I kicked the man's stomach with all my might and stationed my foot there. Blood began to pool in his mouth. I was about to reach for the phone again when I remembered that the line was cut. Seeing no other way out, I screamed at the top of my lungs. The man flinched and I dug my heel into his stomach.

< >Sirens rented the air. I glanced out of the window and saw several police cars and ambulances rushing into my backyard. Policemen and paramedics poured out from their cars and rushed into my house. Then, my room was filled with policemen and paramedics. The man and I were brought into ambulances on stretchers.

< >The man was a wanted robber for a very long time. He was known to have robbed more than twenty houses. He was sentenced to twelve years in jail and ten whips of the cane. I brushed the tears from my face and got up from my sofa. I had to get ready for another wedding banquet.

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