102 A Hard Hour (2/2)

There was no response. The silence continued for about half a minute. Then, suddenly, someone started banging on the door. This startled me, and I left my key to get away from the door a little bit.I have been walking into uncomfortable places for a while now, but this was the first time I was actually scared. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to do things on my own, but it was a bit too late to think about that for now. Currently, I could've been in danger, and I had to get out of here to call for help.

While I was staring at the door in horror, my key slided away and dropped down from the keyhole. With some hesitation, I crouched and moved forward to get my key back. As soon as I grabbed the key, I moved back away. Unfortunately, there was a terrible surprise for me. The front half of the key was gone. It was broken. In my hand, there was only the circular part at the back of the key. The rest was probably stuck in the keyhole. There was no way for me to get it out without destroying the whole locking mechanism. Even then, I couldn't use it anymore anyway.

I had no choice left.

I got back to the lab's door and tried pulling it open with brute force. The door didn't move even a little bit. For a long time, I kept trying. Eventually, I was too tired to continue this struggle.

The banging on the other door at the back of the lab had already stopped long ago. I sat down on one of the clean chairs on the lab. While I was walking, I heard a loud, startling sound just behind and below me. I ran away a few steps, then turned to look at it. It was my cellphone, now covered in some sort of yellow - greenish fluid. All this time, mostly because of panic, I couldn't think of using my cellphone.

I carefully grabbed my phone, holding it by it's clean parts, which actually didn't refer to the most of the phone. It was almost covered in that fluid. Using a lab spoon nearby, I pushed the buttons on my phone. The screen wasn't working, the sounds weren't working... That phone was done for.

Fortunately for me, this wasn't the only way of communication. I already had a great idea. I approached the door again, and started hitting it, trying to make a lot of noise in the hallway. Eventually, someone would hear me.

Until I got tired again, I kept doing it. But my already low stamina didn't let me continue for long.

There was still some hope in me. I had lessons today, and if I didn't show up in time, someone would look around the school, searching for me.

I sat down on a chair again, trying to get a little rest. I wasn't fearing anymore. For a long time, nothing had happened in the lab. It was creating a sense of security. Hopefully, not a false one.

I was spacing out, and later, getting a little dizy. Sitting on a chair for hours was making me numb.

”It shouldn't take this long.” I was repeating to myself. ”Just a little more patience.”