“I can hear you breathing.” I sang, tauntingly as I entered that cold, dry, box of a room.
I twisted the knob, guiding the door gently to a silent close. Then one by one, I turned, pushed, and chained each lock. This was my place. My safe haven. My…bubble.
“You don’t have to do this.” She pleaded, watching me twirl the tip of my blade against the wooden table.
I nearly chuckled at suc...