Chasing Danger (An Original Group Story)

My mom is sick, dad's a drunk, and I'm...me. Brown hair and eyes, tall, tan, seventeen-years-old. Just a seemingly normal kid with a very messed up family.

I sit strait up in bed, awoken by something. There was no noise, no touch, nothing that would have waken any normal person up. No. What woke me up was, a feeling. I've always been able to somehow know when something is going wrong, and tonight, I can feel it very strongly.
I look around the room, the moonlight coming through the parted curtains at the window casts a silver luminous glow over everything. I pull the covers down and slip out of bed. The wooden floor beneath my feet, cold with a nighttime chill. My open window lets the late-summer wind blow gently through my bedroom. I cross the room to my slightly open door and peek out, the hallway dark, and empty. I clench my teeth as I creek the door open, hoping not to wake anyone else up as I do. I tiptoe down the hall to my parents bedroom, I listen at the door. I hear my mom's labored breathing, and only her's. My dad must still be out at a bar somewhere. My poor mother, she doesn't deserve this kind of life. I think to myself. But I don't linger long in the hall. I walk to the living room, where the curtains at the windows are wide open, and the city of Chicago is in plain view. We live in a five-story apartment building. Small, but nice. I walk to the couch and slump down, sinking into the soft cushions. I close my eyes and breath, waiting for my feeling of trouble to lead me to its source. I sit for what seems like forever, then I unexpectedly spring up from the couch, onto my feet. I have a feeling! ...The roof! I think, frantically. Then I half tiptoe, half run to the front door. I pull on my sneakers, not even bothering to tie them. Then I grab the set of keys that hang on a small hook next to the door. I slip out of the apartment, silently. Once in the hallway, I start to run, full out. When I get to the end of the hall, I turn to the right. And there, stands a red door. The entrance to the stairwell, leading to the roof. I crab the silver doorknob and swing the door on its hinges, banging it open. I suppose I should try to be more quiet, but I'm onto something here! So I quickly make my way up to the top of the stairs, where another door stands. This one requires a key, so I fish in my pajama-pants pocket, and pull the set of keys out. I quickly grab the right one to open this particular door. I've been to the roof many times before, so I know it well. Every tenant that lives here has their own key to the roof. I shove the key in the hole and unlock the door. I burst it open, revealing a... vacant rooftop? I look around, sure that there must be something here. But everything looks completely normal. The city, making its usual nighttime noises. Well...? I think to myself. Then it clicks! I run to the farthest corner of the roof, I crouch down and lift the wooden crates sitting there. They contain: very heavy, very old looking, bricks. What they are sitting there for, I have no clue. But they've always been there, for as long as I can remember. After getting the crates out of the way, I go back to the same spot. There, near the ground, is a corner of the outdoor carpet, loose. I peel the carpet back. And there, underneath it, is a small hole, just big enough for my hand to fit -with a little pushing- inside. I reach into the hole. This is my spot, I've known about this hole forever. Its where I've been hiding something very important to me, for years. And every once in a while, adding to my spoils. I feel around the hole, making sure that this very important thing is still here. But, my eyes widen as I feel around. I keep feeling, but there is nothing inside my hiding place. Nothing but vacant space...emptiness.