I finally managed to stand up after that person helped me up. They gave me an eerie feeling i didn't like. They had a huge grin, bearing their yellow teeth every time they spoke to me. It made me uncomfortable. A news reporter rushed over to me and shouted "Shut off the cameras." He asked what my name was and I stuttered. "I-I-I think its Max, I can barely remember anything."
This was clearly a signal for the news reporter to shove me in a car and into a studio were my makeup was brushed up and my dirty, blood-stained clothes were swapped for the most enticing black dress that looked like something you would wear to a funeral. I was taken on set and there was microphones everywhere i looked, bright lights shined to hide flaws, and it was blinding.
I noticed my heavy breathing, extreme sweating, my racing heart and the unbearable chest pains. I got up and rushed back into the changing rooms. Just as i predicted, I heard footstep getting loader and loader down the hall. This made my anxiety levels worse. The door was locked and I saw a shadow under the door. He's back again already. I braced myself for an attack and covered my eyes. I was sat in buckets of sweat. After what seemed like hours, the door finally swung open...
