Two years.
I was lead there for two fucking years.
High school is over, college almost over too.
I was thrown from my thoughts when I heard loud footsteps making their way down the hall outside of my room. They sounded like someone was running, fast.
That's when the door to my room swung open.
There he stood.
The black hoodie over his head.
Purple and black marks below his eyes.
Pale.
Lifeless.
Hope.
