I'll wait till he delivers my next meal to jump him, it seems like a very simple plan what can go wrong. I sat behind the door with the blanket in my hand ready to be throne over him, I did a few test runs to make sure I could toss it over him since he's taller then me. I also had the blade I made from the toilet seat in the belt of my skirt, everything's ready now I just wait.

After about an hour of lying in wait I heard foot steps coming down the hall, it was him! I got off my ass and squatted ready to pounce, I kinda felt like an animal from one of those nature shows I used to watch. I heard him begin to unlock the door, I started to sweat, I could feel my breaths getting faster from an adrenalin rush, it was finally time!

The door swung open, I let him take a few steps in to get clear of door and then bam, I threw the blanket over his head and put the blade up against his back and said "don't move or I'll run you through with this knife."

He was silent, but I don't think its cause he's scared. When I threw the blanket on him he didn't even flinch and right now I'm getting a cold feeling from him, why do I get the feeling that right now even though I'm the one holding the weapon, I'm more scared of him then he is of me.

"You're an idiot." he finally spoke after 5 minutes of silence, he said it in such a cold tone. His came out from under the blanket I feared he would reach for me so I yelled. "Don't move or else!"

Without hesitation he grabbed hold of the blanket and pulled it off, then turned his gaze at me, he gave me an ice cold stare that sent shivers down my spine. After a few moment his stare shifted from me to my hands that were shaking and clenching the blade, he turned around without saying anything else and went to the table dropped the tray. He picked the other one up then turned back around and headed for the door, I jumped into his and pointed the blade at him again and said "give me the keys right now!"

"He once again gave me that cold stare that drained all my courage out of me, his hand swiftly moved and grabbed the blade in my hand and clenched it tight in his hand. I released the blade and he took it from me, his gaze met my eyes and he said "sharp things aren't safe, don't play with them." He then walked around me and left just like that, he disregarded me as if I was nothing, as if I wasn't any kind of a threat to him. The relief of having him leave made me loose feeling in my legs and I fell to the ground, I couldn't stop shaking. It was the first time I had ever tried to harm another person, I was terrified, I just curled up in a ball on the floor and feel asleep.