I stay there for a second before trying to get out of his grasp.
''Look Bryce...I-I.. need to go...'' I say while slowly walking to my door.
"Why? You can stay. Tonia I can help you.'' He says while walking towards me. His expression changes and looks at me with this threatening gaze. I quickly run to my door and he chases after me. I scream as I try to open the door but he closes the door before I can get through it.
"Bryce?! Please...What are you doing?! Let me out!" I struggle and I shove him away from the door and he stands there, stunned.
"They are coming to kill us all. I tried to save you but you are ignorant and ignored my attempts. You will pay.'' He says as he stand there and looks at me with a cold and dead gaze. I quickly get out of the room and slam the door. My heart pounds as I lean on the door before feeling tears run down my cheeks. I get a notification from a person I have not talked to in a long time. Mr. Trepidati0n. I know the numbers but I don't recognize the name. I compose myself and go to the chatroom to open the door.
"Hello Ant.'' He says as I walk into the room. I see him already sitting in the chair with his hands folded in his lap.
''Hey...'' I say quietly while looking at him while walking to the chair. I sit down across from him and looked around the room, avoiding eye contact.
"Are you okay? You seem nervous?" He says as he starts to lean forward to get a better look at my face. I can feel tears stream down my face while continuing not to look at him. I feel him come closer to me and puts an arm around me as I cry a little harder.
"Everything is going wrong...a friend of mine hurt me and has gone mad about this whole life being a setup...I don't know whats wrong with me. I have so much bad luck..." I say. He stays silent as he continues to hold me while I sob.
"Its okay Ant... He's just not in it and he'll be good soon. Don't talk to him for now. Give him time.." He says and I nod in agreement.
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Chat Rooms
Mystery / ThrillerWhat if chat rooms were actual rooms? What if you had a number and they observed you? Your every move...