E.LO.E

The girl begins to freak out a little bit. The weight of the circumstances begin to get to her, she's angry, scared, confused, and her foot still hurts. She feels the strong urge to punch something, anything, possibly everything, that mirror, for example, that would shatter amazingly, she thinks, the glittering pieces of glass and silver, it would be beautiful, she thinks. But, in a tremendous display of willpower and through prodigious hyperventilating, she manages to calm herself sufficiently to resist her spontaneous urge to destroy everything in the room, she feels a little dizzy after all that.

Good thing, as well, as no sooner had she relaxed herself to her unnerved base, that she heard something again. Footsteps. Heavy Footsteps. Coming from... the right of the door, in the room beyond. She quickly sits up. Did she sit up too quickly, did it hear her. She begins to panic again, she scrabbles to the back wall, Her hands firmly clasped over her mouth in case she makes any noise. There's a pause in the footsteps. It heard her didn't it, whatever it was, it heard her, she's certain of it. The footsteps begin again. She begins glancing about the room, she could hide under the bed... no that would stupid wouldn't it? Or maybe it's so stupid that nothing would even think that someone would under there. Or maybe the wardrobe, it's big enough for her, it'd be perfect... Maybe too perfect... it's the first place *she* would look if she was looking for someone.

Then there's the... bathroom, for lack of a better term, from what she can tell looking at it from this room, she wouldn't think there's anywhere to really hide in there, but... maybe? The footsteps keep getting closer... They're very determined. Her foot throbs, this whole scenario's making her mind a bit swimmy, with stress presumably.