Delicate Realities

Panic

A/N:
sorry for not updating as frequently but I've been having so many problems and its really stressing me out. Well i hope you guys enjoy this short chapter. Hehe

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I looked around the room to search for clues on to where i was. I couldn't remember what i was doing previously.. And then it hit me
I SHOULDN'T BE HERE.

I shocked my head and panicked.
Why
Why
Why
Why

I questioned in my head. I let out a few tears and the first thing that came in my mind was the vision of my mother.

"MUM, she must know where i am!.. Maybe this was a mistake and she could come and pick me up." I whispered to myself in a hopeful way.

I half-smiled until i realized that i still didn't know where to locate her since i still had no idea where the f. uck i was. She and the girls must be worried sick about me. I must go home. As i dried my tears with my sweaty long sleeve sweater, i realized that i didn't even notice that it was fuming hot in here, ( or maybe i was the cause of my hotness. c; )

I walked towards the door and pounded on it. I was banging and punching with all my force since it was locked and wouldn't budge open. I took a short hiatus to catch my breath when all of a sudden, i heard someone that was sitting in the darkest corner say

"Aye mate, keep it down will ya please?"

S.hit, was he in a bad mood?

I couldn't see him that well since he was in a fetal position with his head facing downwards but all that i detected was a strong Irish accent. It was quite sweet and calming, i really needed some company right now anyways.

Right when i was walking towards him, i heard a man walking towards the opposite side of my side of the door with keys clattering. I heard the door unlock and right away, i was planning out my sweet escape. The thick door opened slowly with a loud creak.

"Louis William Tomlinson? Please follow me."