What Did I Just Do?

ANNA'S POV

"I'm so screwed."

The desperate words scrape past my throat before I can bite them back. I slam the heavy apartment door shut. I press the full weight of my spine against the chipped white paint of the wood. My chest heaves up and down. The stale, humid air of the narrow hallway refuses to fill my lungs no matter how deep I drag it in. I lock the deadbolt with a sharp, echoing click.