Gray Cièl – Room 13 – Outside Room 13

She picked up her many new affects in unabashed horror. She looked for something familiar, but nothing revealed itself to her. This room was new, the hammer though warn was new to her, the phone was not hers. She read the text message over, probably ten times one line in particular stood out, more than the other. Hold your breath. Without thinking, she did. Her fingers quickly flew across the keypad hammering out a reply.

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‘Why?’
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She could’ve been sweeter about it and she was going to follow the advice anyways, but she felt as though maybe if she knew she could figure something out. As for the toolbox she took note of what was there and stuffed the nails into her pocket, placed the hammer securely in a belt loop on her jeans and walked over to the door. She opened it preparing for the worst. She knew that holding her breath wouldn’t be something she could do for as long as she would like, however she knew that running wasn't a fair option either, it would make her feel the need to breathe in deeply, filling her lungs with... She couldn't bring herself to think about it. Upon exiting her room she would run along the hallway, ball up a fist and hit the side of the wall. Creating a noise she hoped would draw in the ‘unhappy woman’. In her other hand she desperately clutched the cell phone – which she prayed would receive a response.