Paranoia

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His eyes darted from side to side, every exit counted, every window was closed and locked.

And slightly red stained white wardrobe still standing in the corner of his room still serving as a reminder of her last attack.

He had watched the people around him slowly be picked off, one by one. Even the thought made the dread swell in his chest, anxiety squeezed at his heart and fear scratched at his throat.

At an attempt to distract himself, his trembling hands grasped a cool object, lying abandoned on his untouched bed. Flexing his fingers a little he attempted to unlock the laptop. After a few tries he finally logged in, having to re-type it due to the tremors in his fingers.

It made a satisfactory noise before revealing a blue back grounded home screen. Not before long, he had his social media up.

His eyes widened, clicking refresh at a desperate attempt to correct the glitch. Where there had once been 23K followers, were now one.

The user's name only read: it's your turn

In a pathetic attempt to write it all off as a joke, Theo returned to his profile to scrape up any normality in the situation, by browsing his own photos.

However, the only thing to stare back at him was a photo from a school camera from a certain night many years ago.

The laptop's lid was slammed shut and was tossed across the room, far away from the target.

A cold breeze softly stroked his face, earning a shiver from the boy. His muscles relaxed slightly until the realisation hit him like a falling piano.

Eyes as wide as saucers, he didn't dare to look. For he new, his worst suspicion was about to be proven.

The windows were open.

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