I throw the picture away from me and I run to my door. I twist the knob but totally forgot it was locked. I slam a fist hard on the door. The door cracks a little at the sudden impact. I slam another fist but it's weak and light. The door only shakes slightly. I grab the door knob again and twist it back and forth furiously.
It doesn't budge. Not one bit. I slam another fist on the door and lean my forehead against it. My heart is beating fast and all I hear is me breathing. It's quiet. Maybe too quiet.
"AUNTYY!" I slam another fist and the door shakes. I get no response. I pull the door knob, hoping it would break. I stare at it and slam a fist at the knob. The sharp ended handle pokes my skin. But I don't seem to notice much. I clench both of my fists for another punch but then a loud clang interrupts.
I slowly release my clenched hands. I pull back the knob gently and it easily breaks off. I poke my finger through the hole. I pull the door back slowly. Once it opens up slightly, I peek outside.
I gasp. The hallway.
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Our Mental Love
Teen Fiction"She coughs lowly. I stare back at her. She looks up at me. Her eyes are beautiful and so deep. They mean something much more than emotion. I wonder if my eyes are like that." -Our Mental Love This is a story about Darren's slightl...
