"Let me in!" they shouted angrily while frantically knocking at the door.
I shoved furniture against the door to keep them out. I leaned against the corner of the room, crying hysterically. I slid to the cold grey floor, instantly sending a chill up my spine. I put my head on my knees trying to keep the walls from spinning around me. My blood red hair stuck to my face. Suddenly the knocking stopped. I stood quickly, aggravating my pounding head and numb body.
I looked through the peep hole and saw no one. This calmed me a bit but I was too smart to be tricked, too untrusting to open the door. I laid on the ground sending more shivers up my spine. I curled in the fetal position, pulling my black pullover sweatshirt over my cold exposed knees. I wasn't able to relax, too many things were running through my mind. Before I knew it, I was asleep.
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