The Whining of the Bathroom

"I went to bed, telling myself that by the end of the week, this would all be over. I could switch to a new room and never have to see Hannah or Vera again," she says. "Sometime that night, I got up having to use the bathroom." A giggling sounded since shivers all over my skin; it was coming from the last stall. It made a loud heart the wack against the wall, rattling me to my core.