Waking abruptly, drenched in sweat, she rolled off of the couch and stumbled to the window.
He's still gone. She glared at the apartment across the alleyway. He's still gone.
Danni pulled out her cell phone. She used the front facing camera to make sure her face still looked decent. There were not many tears, but even one could produce a black drip down her cheek.
*2 weeks earlier*
The bell rang. Teenagers scurried from their classrooms, to the hallways, to the bathrooms, and then to their buses. Danni always stayed at school after the final bell on Fridays. Just for one hour, each week, until the end of junior year. She did not want to keep doing this into senior year. What senior goes to therapy? She asked herself. Kids made fun of her. She was embarrassed. Her family could afford a private therapist, but it was included with private schooling, so they settled for Mr. Bates.
A soft, humming vibration echoed the cold, dark, stone hallway. It crept into the room, onto her skin, forcing her nerves to react. Her eyes fluttered as she slowly awoke hazily eyeing the room. She was alone. I was a feeling she absolutely hated. Her gut twisted. The vibration dissipated. The light above her flickered on. Adjusting herself, she scanned the room and her surroundings. To the left was a stand with a bible and some hygiene products, To the right was a toilet, sink, and mirror. In front of her, ten metal bars.