You stare at the metallic plating on the walls above you as you lay on your bed, feeling your face getting warmer and your mind slightly unsettled, urges rush through your mind and you start recalling your absurd dreams. Your breath getting more shallow as it shakes, "piece of shit-" you say under your breath, your face is now burning to the touch. Before you could realize it, your hand was slipping down the waist of your pants, a heavy gasp leaves you mouth as you quickly pull back. You throw your body forward, pulling your legs to your chest and resting your arms on your knees, you burrow your head in your arms and try to collect your breath.
"I need a damn shower" you think to yourself as you stand and groan out. You take a deep inhale as you get ready to step out, however your eyes are met with an empty room, you let out a heavy exhale as your filled with relief. With peter back in his room, you were free to roam without the tension of your last interaction. As you walk down the hall you come to pass Peters room and you slowly come to a stop, you start considering what you should say to him, our hand hesitantly raising to the door. You step back, choosing to not say something that would make it worse, you continue to the lockers and you feel your mind get unsettled yet again. You hope to leave any worries in the drain when you're done, you open the door to the showers and you enter into the locker's, you find one to place your clothes in and begin taking them off and placing them in the locker until you're left with your towel. You pick up the towel and make your way to the showers, steam spills out the cracks of the door as you pull it open, the unsettling sensation fills your mind again and suddenly drops to your stomach. Steam fills your vision with the blurry image of the showers and a figure standing against a wall, you squint and step forward to make out who.
A heaving back facing you moves up and down with uneven breathing, a forearm pressed against a wall fails to grip the tiles as it slips and shakes, silent cries fill the room along with the sound of water raining down on the stone tiles. Worry fills your mind and you take another three steps before stopping to look, the large back leans further down as muscles tense and ripple, water dripping from the veins of his arm, the cries get weaker and breathing gets heavier.
You take a step back
You slowly take another step back and continue to walk without making a noise, not a single breath.
Your back presses against the metal door, pushing it back as you step into the lockers, a deafening sound comes from the door as it swings closed. You jolt back and before you gain your senses you're already grabbing your things from the locker in a rush and dropping it all in the process, panic sets in as you scatter to grab everything and you hear the sound of the door swinging open and wet feet rushing on the floor. You give into the panic and abandon your things in order to flee, you grab the sides of the lockers as you slide on the wet floor, practically leaping towards the door.
