What was he waiting for? What WAS there TO wait for? Not much. He was getting kind of lonely, he hoped he would visit soon. His phone told him it was Saturday, the twelfth of October. So much time had passed while he lay in bed, it made him feel sad, like he was wasting his life. Oh well, he could care less if he was wasting his already miserable life. His brother visited a few times and offered to get him a therapist, but he refused. He was fine anyways, he was just overreacting, that's all. He left his kitchen to go lay in bed again. He curled up in his blankets and sheets and closed his eyes, when SUDDENLY he heard something knocking things over in the bathroom.
His heart stopped and his vision blurred in panic for a moment. He sat up and carefully got back out if bed. At worst, it was a serial killer coming to murder him and hide his body next to hundreds of others in a well, and at best, it was a few rats looking for a snack. He grabbed a broom and approached the door carefully. Whatever, or WHOever it was, was having a hard time doing whatever it was they were doing. It was definitely making too much noise to be an animal, it was another human being. He could feel his heart throwing itself around in his ribcage, as if it was trying to run away from who was it the bathroom. He gingerly wrapped his hand around the doorknob and swung it open to reveal who was making the noise!
