The Closed Door
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Trying her best to avoid attention, she walked from shadow to shadow, nothing more than a ghost. With her head hanging low and her hoodie pulled over her head, she walked along the corridor, getting further and further away from the noisy crowd. Though, even with the loud noise, she felt so alone. The talking, laughing, and occasional yelling seemed more distant with every step she took. "Just a few more steps," she thought to herself. She was just about to enter her own pit of welcoming darkness when she heard footsteps behind her.
No creepy things okay, just a depression girl overcoming her depression. This is a super short story that you can probably finish in 15 minutes:))) This was originally a piece my teacher made me write for a competition, and now that I am pretty happy with the result (it was chosen yayyy), I have decided that it would be a waste to not upload it here. Hopefully this could help you kill some time ! :)))
Special thanks to Jamie, for staying up late to help me correct my serious grammar mistakes. This wouldn't have been completed without you, thanks for everything!
P.S. Feel free to give suggestions if you have anyyyy
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My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."
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