Alone
Fear gripped my heart, a drum in my chest beating faster. My hand trembled on the knob, today, maybe today was the day. I peeked through the small hole; the hallway is empty. I’d promised to try; one deep breath, I turned the knob and pulled the door toward me a little.
The elevator dinged. I slammed the door. Almost made it. I’d almost stepped through the open door. Well, that was a half truth. At least I’d opened the door. I leaned against the cool wood and listened as someone walked past my apartment.
Tomorrow, I’d try again tomorrow. My hands shook as I engaged the dead bolt. Yes, tomorrow would be a better day.
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