A high pitch shriek cut through the stillness of the night. My knees wobble with fear and I stumble down the carpeted floor.
The smelly dead rat sat inside the drawer with a letter smeared with red bold letters 'b***h' sits atop. Clutching my chest, I tried to take a deep breaths to calm my raging heartbeat.
Slowly, I crawl backwards towards the table for support. My hand reach out for the chair and lift myself upwards. To no avail, my shaking grip slip off the chair and I landed butt first.
My hands curl into fist; with a tud, my fist landed repeatedly on my chest in fail attempt to calm down my nerves and keep myself from nauseating.
My head whipped as I heard the door swung open. Lyla's nonchalant expression turned into worry. Her panicking eyes landed into mine and in a moment, my
