My eyelids peel back as far as humanly possible—and then some. My lungs turn flaccid, my breath halting on autopilot, my pupils dilating as the daunting thought plants itself firmly in my head.

I know I don’t always succeed in not taking the name of the Lord in vain—the way my late mother taught me to—but Jesus. Motherfucking. Christ.

Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God…

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

This cannot be happening!

Continuous wheezing suddenly fills the room, the simultaneously high-pitched and strangled sound of all my fear instantly bubbling to the surface, exploding out of me like an inferno.

“Huuuungh!!! Huuuungh!!!”

My head whips around so fast my brain spins, my eyes darting up to the door in urgency, as if having my frightened gaze on it will somehow make it swing open. As if it will make Frost suddenly appear from behind it.

A second passes.

And then another.

And another.

No door movements.

No Frost.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit

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