I’m afraid I’ll see a corpse if I push this door open. A corpse just laying there, laying at the corner of this toilet stall, with the deadly eyes and open wide mouth.
I’m sure I’ll scream my lungs out if that happen, or maybe I’ll do nothing, just use another empty stall like nothing ever happened and walk out of the restroom.
No, I think I’ll run like hell and tell all my teachers, and yell to everyone that there is a dead body in the toilet stall. A dead body of my best friend or someone I knew for one year, or even a stranger’s.
I shake my head and let this impossible thought flees out of my brain.
It comes from nowhere.
So I take a deep breathe, and finally push the door open.
There I see a corpse laying at the corner of the stall, with deadly eyes and open wide mouth.
And a face just like mine