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My fingers clutched at the light fabric of my nightgown, the cool material bunching under my grip.
The slight scent of dust and old wood filled my nostrils, a smell that would’ve been comforting under any other circumstance.
My mind was racing, ideas and plans colliding in a chaotic mess.
Should I shout for help?
Or should I wait and hope that they wouldn’t dare to cause a scene?
But what if they did?
What then?
A sudden noise outside my door made me jump, my heart pounding in my chest.
I pressed my back against the cold door as if I could somehow melt into the metal and escape.
I strained my ears, trying to make out any sounds over the thunderous beating of my heart.
There was nothing but silence, a silence so absolute it made my skin crawl.
My thoughts were spiraling with the fear and uncertainty.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady my racing heart.
When I opened them, I found my gaze drawn to the bed.
It was a simple thing, worn and inviting, but it felt a world away.
As if on autopilot, I moved towards it, my steps silent on the rough wooden floor.
Pulling the blanket around me, I curled up on the soft mattress, wrapping myself into a tight ball.
The linen felt scratchy against my skin, the texture a strange comfort in the eeriness of the night.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of my situation.
I felt small, and insignificant in the vast, uncaring universe.
The silence of the room was broken only by my ragged breaths and the faint whirring of the old fan in the corner.
I was alone and afraid, and for the first time in a long time, I felt utterly helpless.
The weight of the day’s events pressed down on me, forcing the air from my lungs and leaving a cold knot in my stomach.
All I could do was wait and hope for the best.
I held my breath, listening to the eerie silence that filled the room, praying for a miracle.
I couldn’t sleep.
Not when I was panicking like this.
With a shaky hand, I reached for my sketchpad and drawing materials, the familiar weight of the pencil soothing my frayed nerves.
I needed to get my mind off things, to keep my racing thoughts from spiraling further into the abyss of fear.
Drawing had always been my sanctuary, the one placewhere I could lose myself and find peace in a world that was often far from kind.
