8- Setup Part Two

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I hear another knock on my door - this time I know it's real. I quickly hide my stash and supplies and run to my bathroom. The... monster I see in my mirror is not me. It can't be me.

The manic eyes that follow my movements are beet- red - sleep deprivation and, of course, Terror'll do that to a person. My hair hasn't been brushed or washed in days. My teeth have turned a nasty shade of yellow from Terror use. Even my nose has powder residue on it, as well as a small trickle of blood from sniffing too hard. My hands are shaky. I don't even want to imagine what my breath and I smell like. I run my hand through my hair, wondering who's at the door as I leave the bathroom.

I peek through the peep- hole and see who it is.

A/N- Ohhh cliffhanger!!! Who do you think is at the door? Does Sean need a shower? Leave a comment or message me!!

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