C7 Fear and Anguish

Raelynn

When I pushed the door, I noticed it hung slightly ajar, an anomaly considering my habit of double-checking the lock.

I stepped into my room which was previously arranged and organized. Instead, the room resembled a battlefield.

Clothes, ripped from drawers, lay scattered across the floor like fallen soldiers. Books were ripped from spines, their pages forming a confetti blizzard