Helanie:
"Who the hell let you into my room?" he yelled the moment he started unlocking the bathroom door. He didn't even know who it was and was already this angry. Imagine if he saw me, he'd lose his mind.
I allowed the panic to settle for a moment before springing into action and rushing out of the room. Instead of heading downstairs, I kept running and frantically rattling the doorknobs of every room I passed.
All seemed locked until I reached one door with a golden pattern on it. My breath caught in my throat as I twisted the knob and pushed the door open.
At this point, my brain had latched onto the idea that as long as I kept running and hid well, I would be fine. Any open door felt like an invitation to safety.
That night, the train door had been just a few steps away, and if I'd somehow managed to get through those doors, I wouldn't have suffered as much.
