The talking's still going on. It's in an urgent tone, but it's calmed down a little. I don't hear pounding on doors, so maybe they're not looking. Maybe they'll pass me by. Shit, do I have time to get a weapon? No, no I don't, and I don't even know if it'll help. What the hell could be dangerous in this room anyway? I made the better judgement not to grab any glass because that was some bogus movie special effects that would probably get my palms sliced open rather than help me defend myself. Unplugging the lamp on the desk would make too much noise, and the chair isn't the kind to pick up and hit someone with. Can't bar the door with a rolling chair. A smile twitched at the corner of my mouth as I thought of the grimness of the situation. Man, this was fucked up. Where even was I? It was too real to be a dream, I wouldn't remember the waiting, but everything looked like it was straight out of Adult Swim's Anime Saturday lineup. Was I really dead? Could this be what the afterlife's like? I mean, I always wanted to go back to Japan one day and I guess I could associate that with anime like everyone else does. Being a schoolgirl hunted in some kind of unkno- yeah, this was totally a dream. The more I think about it, the dumber it gets.

Unless... Unless I've completely fucking snapped. [i]That[/i] makes so much sense. I wake up in a room that I don't recognize, I'm hallucinating some weird shit, and as soon as they heard me laughing it up in the bathroom people started looking for me. Orderlies. I've fucking lost my mind. But what do I do now? Do I risk the fact that I might be hallucinating and try to roll with everything like normal, or do I fight back because I might be dead? ...or does it even matter because I'm dreaming?
Fuck it. I'll figure it out once I'm sure that I'm good. If the orderlies storm in here and I take them out, I'll tell a half truth and say that I had a nightmare and I'm flipping the fuck out. PTSD, that sounds like it'll work. If I can confirm that something's trying to kill me, then I'll see what kind of damage I can do, but right now I need to be in a position of safety. I don't know [i]shit[/i] about what's going on and I know that, I'll act when I find out more.

I hold my breath when I hear the footsteps. They're close, so close I can feel the weight of whoever's out there from the other side of the door. There are two of them, judging by the footsteps and the number of different voices that I heard. Fuuuuuuck this might not work the way I want it to. I can choke someone out alright, but nothing's going to stop the other one from ripping me off him.
"Let's go through this one. I've got a feeling about it."
That was close. That was either right outside [i]my[/i] door, or the one outside of it. I remain still. If they don't hear anything, maybe they'll keep walking. I braced my weight on the wall, ready to react, ready to do something other than sit here and wait. Slam the door on someone's arm, run, take them down, [i]something[/i].