I hear as my door opens and heavy footsteps walk in. My room is pitch black, the curtains closed and everything a mess, scattered on the floor, i lay in my bed, unmoving. Get out. The footsteps stop by don’t leave. I sit up in anger, my voice louder I said get o- My voice is cut short as I see the person, even in the dark, I don’t know them… Who-
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