The sound of the door closing woke Tori. She jumped off the bed in.
"Gracie?" She questioned as she entered the room and rushed to the bathroom.
Before Tori could get in with her, she jammed the door and sloped down on the floor.
She was unease. She got to her feet and dropped her bag while she locked the door.
She ran to the shower and put on the faucet, raining the cold water on her body with her cloth.
Allowing the scene to replay in her head she bit her lips.
"Gracie, what happened?" She could hear Tori's voice and struggle in attempt to open the door.
She didn't answer, instead she began to tear down her shirt angrily.
When she tired to tear down jean pant, she groaned discovering how impossible it was.
"Gracie, open this goddamn door!" Tori was banging the door.
