Immediately he ripped his dresser draw open. Rummaging through the clothes all neatly packed. Foot steps are heard fro behind him the faster the steps the faster his arms move. As his hands go farther in the back he reaches his savior. Silver and heavy his desert eagle is aimed at the figure in the doorway. The door closed shut behind him. The footsteps have stopped and his heart still pounding. Sweat dripping his chin to his already drenched shirt. His breathing heavy he clutches his gun. Ready to Fire whom ever this is on the other side of the door. He dares to open the door and nothing no one is there. He finally makes it to the front door and the house is empty. He falls to his knees and the paranoia settled in deeper. He goes to his bathroom mirror we see him pulling pills from a bottle which is full with psych meds he's been neglecting for some time now. He blows dust frim the cap

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ganymeder about 7 years ago

I like the twist in this!

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He ran into the room, his heart pounding, and his clothes soaking wet.
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