I was panicking.
My heart thundered so hard I felt it in my ears. My breaths were sharp and broken, like I couldn’t get enough air. Raven was limp in my arms. Her body was so still, it scared me more than whatever was behind that locked door. And the door... it was still locked.
What do I do? What do I do?
My brain wasn’t working. It was like my thoughts had scattered into the air, lost in the echo of Raven’s scream. My chest tightened. My hands trembled.
And then, my body did what my mind couldn’t.
I screamed.
A piercing, gut-wrenching sound ripped from my lungs, tearing through the silence of the school washroom. It was raw. Wild. I screamed again—louder—until I could hear my own voice bounce back at me from the tiled walls. My throat burned, but I didn’t stop. I kept screaming, ho
