Anti-Rachel Aktion

By the time I got back to my home, several hours had passed, and my body was in an immense amount of pain. My injured leg felt even worse than it had in the beginning, and now the other leak was hurting after picking up so much slack. My stomach was experiencing sever hunger pains, and the rest of my body ached from bruising and overexertion.

Unfortunately, my trials did not end there.

Without a house key, I had no way to open my front door. I had no phone to call a locksmith, nor the skills or tools to pick the lock myself. I had no close friends or family, so nobody had a spare key to let me in. Which meant my only option was to break into my own home.

My house had a back entrance, and my back door was unlocked, but the back gate wasn’t. I had to trundle my way round to the back of my terrace to the fence and attempt to climb over it.

With my body in such a poor state, it wasn’t an easy climb. I managed to grab the top of the fence and hoist myself over, but doing so put immense strain on exhausted arms. So much so that I lost my grip when half way over and fell on to the other side. The landing was harsh, worsening my already unbearable headache and scraping the skin of the arm I landed on. I let out a grunt of pain, but my throat was too dry to manage anything more than that.

I remained there on the ground for a short while, unable to gather the strength to get back up, but eventually I managed to force myself to my feet.

The back door was indeed unlocked, and after my long and agonising journey I finally found myself back in my own home. I stopped in the kitchen to throw back an entire bottle of water and grab some food, scarfing the lot down in no time flat. While I still ached in every muscle on my body, I at least now had the ability to think clearly.

It was time to begin planning for tomorrow.

The first thing I did was ensure I left a key under the mat of my front door, in case Rachel decided to take my body for a stroll without one again.

I then decided to hide all of my valuable and fragile items. There was no telling when she’d get bored of hurting me and begin breaking the things I own instead.

Then I began on the real meat of the plan: to try and deprive Rachel of the ability to do anything at all.

My room had grey walls and dark curtains, so when the curtains were closed and the lightbulb off it became almost impossible to see anything. Just to deprive her of even the faintest light sources, I flipped the breaker switch for my room so even the standby lights on the electronics in the room would be turned off. To make absolutely certain that my room would remain completely pitch black, I removed the lightbulb from its socket and hid it in another room.

I then used a screwdriver to remove the door handle, which I then hid under my desk of drawers. Not only would she be stuck in darkness, she’d not even be able to leave the room.

I just had to more tricks up my sleeve to complete the set.

The first was to remove the one remaining possible source of light in the room. To do so, I used the last of the tin of grey paint that I had used for my walls to completely cover the window. After a few coats, the room was plunged into total darkness. I knew my room well enough to still move around, but Rachel almost certainly didn’t.

That left one final part of the plan.

I moved my way over to the bed, and began tying my legs to the two ropes around the foot of the bed. The ropes were short and on opposite sides of the bed, so my legs were forced quite far apart with almost no mobility. It took a lot of fumbling around, but I eventually managed to tie them in knots that would be almost impossible to untie without sight.

Then, with even more difficulty, I tied my right arm up just the same with the rope attached to the headboard. It took a frustratingly long time, but I knew it was the only surefire way to prevent Rachel harming my body anymore, so I continued trying until I eventually managed it. With all three ropes tied, my body was stretched so that only my upper left side had any mobility at all. With only that much, there was little that Rachel could do.

I’d have to put up with letting my body starve for the day, but I had left a knife concealed under the bed that was just about within reach of my left arm, but in a place Rachel would be unlikely to find. I had an out of my own trap, but she had none. It was perfect.

All that was left for me to do, was fall asleep.