The rain continued to pour when Isaac took me inside my bedroom. He set me on the bed and left, closing the door behind him.
“Isaac,” I called, hastening to catch up with him. I held the door knob, attempting to open the door only to hear a clicking sound. He was locking me up, like I had gone back to being their prisoner.
“Isaac, let me out,” I cried. I banged at the door, my heart racing with thoughts of what had become of my best friend, Roy.
His lifeless face, the coldness of his skin, and his frozen heartbeat stuck like glue in my mind.
I hit the door a few more times, crying, my strength weakening at each passing second. “Isaac, please, let me out. I promise I am telling the truth,” I sobbed, but no answer came. I fell on my butt, leaning my back against the door while tears st
