You had tried to stay calm, but the echo of your thoughts wouldn’t let you rest. The place that should have been safe was now the opposite, and that feeling consumed you to the core.

“How can the supply room have a lock, but not the dormitories?” you thought in frustration as you carefully closed the door, even though you knew it wouldn’t do much.

The sound of footsteps made you freeze. At first, you tried to convince yourself they were just the usual noises of the place, but then you heard the doorknob turn..

Jimmy was there.. Again..

The smile on his face was unsettling, as if someone else’s suffering gave him a twisted kind of pleasure. You had already experienced his cruelty before, and that memory paralyzed you. Every muscle in your body tensed as you watched him move closer, his slow, deliberate steps filling the space with a suffocating tension.

“Hello again,” he said wth a voice that was laced with false cordiality, as he shut the door behind him.

Your mind filled with a torrent of emotions: fear, despair, anger. You tried to find a way out, any excuse or word that could stop him, but your throat was dry, and the weight of his presence crushed you.