I stare at empty blackness, but I know that my hands are touching the door. I reach for the doorknob and turn it, hoping that it will give way and open up. When I push forward to freedom, the door doesn't budge.
It's locked.
My grip tightens and I ram my shoulder into it. Pain bites at my arms, but I push into the door again and again.
"Let me out!" I shout, hoping that whoever is on the other side will listen.
I hear the scuffle of shoes against the floor and tense.
"Y-you have to let me out!" I yell, stepping away from the door.
When I don't get a reply, I try again. "I know you're there, I heard you!" I ignore my racing heart. "Please let me go." I whisper.
Shoes shuffle again, and I can see his shadow beneath the door.
A gasp escapes me and I stumble back. However, just wh
