The washroom was empty when I stepped inside.
The mirror reflected my tired face. The dim light above flickered slightly.
I exhaled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I hadn’t even realized how exhausted I was until now.
Shaking my head, I stepped into a stall and closed the door behind me.
Click.
I froze.
That sound—
It hadn’t come from me.
Slowly, I turned. My fingers reached for the lock.
I twisted it. Pushed.
Nothing.
My heart slowed for a second before it started pounding again.
I pushed harder.
The door didn’t budge.
My fingers curled around the edge, knuckles going white. “Hey.” My voice came out quieter than I wanted. “Who’s there?”
Silence.
I rattled the door, my breath sharp. “This isn’t funny.”
Nothing.
No footsteps. No laughter.
Just silence.
Something twisted deep in my stomach.
The air in the stall suddenly felt thinner.
My hands felt cold. I pressed them against the door, trying again, but it wouldn’t move.
I was locked.
The light above flickered again—then shut off completely.
Darkness swallowed me whole.
My breath hitched.
No, no, no.
A weight pressed down on my chest.
The space was too small. The air felt too thin.
I could feel it creeping in. The memory. The one I had buried deep, the one I never wanted to think about.
The closet. The darkness.
Five years old. Small hands banging against the wooden door. Screaming until my throat burned. Crying until my body went limp.
No one coming.
No one coming.
No one coming.
I shook my head, pressing my hands over my ears.
But I could still hear it.
The silence. The emptiness.
The fear.
I clawed at the stall door, my breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. “LET ME OUT.”
Nothing.
My vision blurred. My legs felt weak.
I needed to get out.
Now.
Before I could think, my leg moved.
I kicked the door.
Hard.
Again.
Again.
The impact rattled through me, but the door didn’t move.
I banged against the walls, my voice raw.
“PLEASE—” My throat tightened. I couldn’t even breathe properly anymore.
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When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|
FanfictionBeak Cheonga never expected much from life. Not love, not warmth-just survival. Adopted into a wealthy family that never truly wanted her, she learned how to exist in the empty spaces between their affection. Transferring from Daehwa High to Yusung...
