Hannah's POV
Tick. Tick. Tick
I groaned, getting irritated at the sound of clock ticking in the silence of the room. It was almost midnight, my body was aching from all the walking but I couldn't sleep. My mind was filled with the thoughts of Jackson.
A knock on the door startled me.
"Who is there?", I asked cautiously, slightly afraid.
The door knocked again. Holding a vase in my hand, I tiptoed towards the door. Opening it slightly, I held the vase defensively in front of me when the door suddenly opened and a face contorted scarily came in front of me. A loud shriek escaped my mouth and I clenched my eyes tightly, my heartbeat accelerated with terror.
Laughter erupted from somewhere in front of me. Zac was booming with laughter, bent forwards, and holding his stomach.
"Oh God, it
