On my way to my room, I could hear Jordan's indignant complaints about why he'd be the one who would be done, while at the same time, Danny grunted with laughter like a pig.
I didn't want them to notice, but my stomach had sunk, my hands had turned sweaty, and my heart hammered against my ribcage.
I could feel the paranoia speeding through my mind, searching through memories and emotions for something to use against me and against everyone and everything around me.
The repertoire of fears and insecurities was examined with an experience that was horrifying.
I knew my biggest fears, and that made me the most fearsome opponent.
And as if a panic attack wouldn't be enough, the lunacy was just a step behind—soon catching up—along with convictions that wouldn't come to a sound mind in the first place.
A crunching sound lingered in the back of my mind, like stepping on snow.
I opened the door and locked it from the inside.
After entering, I spotted Henry sitting on the bed.
