No one would get in.
I turned the skeleton key in the lock of my own door before pulling it closed behind me. The key went into my pocket, the only one left that could unlock this door, as I had melted the original down to a lump of brass.
No one could get in.
I sat in the corner of the windowless room, arms crossed over my drawn up knees. Watching the door. This was my life now. To keep me safe.
I jumped when the doorknob rattled. Held my breath as it turned. Turned.
And clicked open.
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