My feet press against the glass door of the tiny room. The room is filled with screams and I can no longer tell where my voice is. My black hair was filled with sweat and my whole body shook. I could barely see, the only knowledge of this place I have is behind this glass door is safety. I scream that’s all I can do. In my screams I think of my girlfriend sleeping and how I wish I was there next to her and if she would still love me if she saw how weak I looked right now. I yelled her name hoping to hear her yell mine back but no luck. But I still yelled her name as long as I could.
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Lealynn
Mystery / ThrillerA man has no control of his body in this hell, the only hope he has is her name. (A very short story, and the first story I wrote in awhile but meh why not post it)
