Night 45: M101-M110 Hallway

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After finishing his meal, decided talking to his (still in denial) roommate wasn't going to do him much good, and turned to journal in his desk. He figured, if it was so helpful talking to other recovering patients, he could try some self-therapy by just writing about his home and family

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[longlivetehking]

Even when the intercom once again clicked on, the doors unlocked and his roommate left, Scar remained seated on his bed. His hands clutched both the steel pipe and the portable light, indicating he was ready to go. But he wasn't. He hesitated.

What if...what if he'd run into that thing again?

He had felt the same sensation in the library this morning, and later after leaving the sun room while he was being escorted back to his room. He had felt it; the hatred. That very murderous hated he had felt the night before. It was enough to make the former lion wary of heading out, and instead of standing up and slipping into the hallway, he continued to glance at the door.

But he couldn't stay here every night, could he?

He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and bit his lip with his un-sharp teeth. He definitely couldn't stay here every night. Not when he wanted to accomplish something, when he wanted to leave this dreadful place. He had to move out.

Scar moved towards the door, but paused. He had sensed her in the atmosphere even before reaching the area, he reminded himself. He had to move out. He took a deep breath before quickly turning the handle and slipping outside into the hallway beyond.

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