Gianna
Three thousand, four hundred and twenty-one.
That’s how many seconds I’ve been locked in this place. Yes, I counted. Twice.
My heart has stopped at least eight times in that span, and for once I’m not even exaggerating.
The air feels more heavier, and congested like there's plenty of us here and not just me and the cold floor doesn't do anything to help my nerves.
My phone's useless here too, I tried calling Kevin and just like every darn horror movie there's no signal here.
I tap my phone again anyway, switching on and off the airplane mode, my eyes widen at the sight of one bar and I rush to call Kevin again but it disappears.
“Yes, yes,” I whisper, rushing to call Kevin.
And just like every freaking movie, the bar disappears complete.
“God,” I whisper, my voice cracking
