Bye Bye

06

Bing bong...

Bing bong...

The sound of a cheap grandfather clock sound effect crackled over a loud speaker.

"It is now 10:15 pm, please make your way to your dorms and have your lights out by 10:30, sleep well!" A pleasant sounding female voice spoke cheerily, then the room went silent again, except for the soft wir of the fan.

Dean slowly opened his eyes and looked around the dark room that was only illuminated by the faint orange glare of the lights outside that surrounded the facility.

The dorm's other inhabitant was nowhere to be seen.

Dean scratched his head and walked over to the bathroom door. A white light was shining through the cracks and the sound of a shower running could be heard from behind it. Dean slowly opened the door and stepped inside the bathroom.

The bathroom was large, with two sinks in the middle, one for each dorm and two showers on the right side with white plastic curtains. There were toilet stalls on the left with grey walls. A large  mirror above the sinks faced Dean and he stared at himself. His brown straight hair was sticking up on one side and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Looking good Travis," Dean murmured as he splashed some water on his face and took a drink.

Shhk.

Dean froze as the shower turned off and then bolted for his room.

He wasn't ready to meet his fellow delinquents quite yet.

He walked over to the bottom bunk and collapsed down on it again and pulled the blankets over his head.

Click.

The person who must have been in the shower stepped out of the bathroom and into the dorm.

Dean felt his body tense up and forced himself to relax and take even breaths. Maybe he would think he was asleep? Dean closed his eyes tight and turned his head toward the wall as the person rummaged through the drawers and got changed, oblivious to the stranger in his room.

Dean opened his eyes in horror as the person sat down on the foot of the bed.

Are you fucking kidding me? This is his bed? I thought everyone wanted the top bunk!? Dean cringed and squeezed his eyes closed again, hoping that the person would notice him before something weird happened.

Creak.

The person stood up from the bed and walked to the desk in the middle of the room and sat down. Dean could hear the scratch of pencil against paper.

The person stood up from the desk after an hour or so, sighed loudly then walked out of the room into the bathroom.

He was gone for what felt like an hour or so, and Dean fell asleep once again.