Know what. <enter redundant stupid joke here> Wrong one Where is it. Oh. Here it is Dddddddd Nope Wait Actually found it
Chayse twitched, standing up and awkwardly walking to the kitchen. She dimly lit it, crying silently, asking herself mental questions. H-How did he find out? I didn't confess nor tell anyone! Maybe it just showed? She began to hiccup loudly, and she locked herself in the bathroom. The silent cries were now bloody murder shrieks. The first shriek caused James to jump, then go see what was wrong. He saw the spilled water from her water bottle, then light shining from underneath the bathroom door. He knocked. "Chayse? You alright?" "N-No!" she growled, another tear falling down her cheek. "Why? Is something wrong?" he asked, cluelessly. "Yes!" she cried harder, her tears worsening times two. James grabbed the door handle, and went to open the door. As soon as she saw the door open a little, she used her foot and slammed it shut.
He leaned against the wall, waiting for her to come out. He Waited in silence incase she was listening for him stalking the door or something else creeper ish. She listened, freezing up. No noise, seems legit. She peeked to the left, though he was on the right. She walked out, and James grabbed her. She shrieked, hitting his back. "Put me down!"