SCARED

ISABELLA

For some reason, she stopped hitting the door. I didn't hear a single sound. I stood up slowly, walking close to the door, I movec back when I heard footsteps. I sat back behind my bed and held my ears shut with my palm.

The door opens, I shut my eyes and ears tight. When the person came closer to me, I felt two hands on my shoulders. I opened my eyes to see it's Quincy.

Tears stream down my face, I sob. He pulled me into a hug. I cried on his chest, grabbing onto his shirt. "It's all right" he spoke. "She's gone" he said. I nod my head but I didn't stop crying.

What if she was holding a chainsaw and I was her prey. I'm so scared. I don't want to be alone right now.

He stood me up and sat me on the bed. He hands me a bottle of water from the nightstand. I collected it and empty the container in my mouth.

"Where is..... she?" I managed to ask. He held my hands. I know it's not good news.

"She ran away. Don't worry, the police are after her" he replied.

I sigh. This can't