People

Lucas

Two weeks in this room and I still hadn't touch all it's crevices.

I had a strange feeling though, like I was being controlled, and if I didn't give in to it I felt off.

It started with the door handle. Every time I went in or out to attend breakfast, therapy sessions or even open it I had to touch it three times before opening it. I hadn't noticed it before, I always thought of it as a nervous tick or something, but could it be more.

I noticed myself doing it the other day and now it was unavoidable. It was all that was on my mind and it was making it worse.

I stared at the door handle now. The room was locked at I knew guards would be on patrol. I felt my hands start to shake and stuck them under my legs to try and stop them. Closing my eyes I heard a small click and looked up.

Someone was in the hall.

I didn't hear voices saying they could go use the bathroom or be let out, just another click closing the door. I got up from the bed where I sat and peeked through the little window in the door.

Kevin was heading towards the restrooms and had a worried look on his face. I reached for the handle tapping it thrice before pushing it down and seaping out into the bright hallway. I walked in his direction seeing where he would go at this hour without permission. He ducked into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later bumping into me.

After questioning each other on why we were out here, we heard foot steps and we snuck into our rooms, or at least I thought I did.I touched the handle again three times, opened the door and saw I had stepped into an unlocked storage closet right across from Kevin's room.

I peered through the window and saw the gaurd sitting a few doors down with his face in some snacks. Crap I was stuck here until morning.

I fiddled around for a light switch and found it on the left side of the door. My hands shook before I turned it on.

There was a shelf with cleaning supplies and a rack that held uniform coats. Nothing much, so I grabbed one to wear before sitting down against the door.

I stuck my hands inthe pockets to warm them and keep them from shaking, and found a rectangle of plastic the size of a card. I pulled it out and saw it read:

ALL ACCESS KEY CARD, REGISTERED TO DR. SMITH.

Score! I didn't know who this Dr. Smith guy was, but you snooze you loose. Mine now sucker!

I felt childish thinking that, but seriously, who leaves an all access card in an unlocked supply closet? You know who? Stupid people.

I stuck it in my shoe and sat back down.

This was going to be a long night.

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H-hello world, I'm sorry this chapter is so very late, but it's because I've been moving back and forth between my parents houses. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Btw this is the first chapter I write on my computer so there's that too. I know again it's short, but now that I'm settled I can write more and will be updating more often. Love you guys!

_3ianney