A Prisoner's Sky

I unfold my arms and take a step back. "Go away; I don't want you here," I say.

He doesn’t argue; he flashes my phone before leaving. I close and lock the door, then go to my bed and collapse onto it.

What’s wrong with him? He scared me when he drew closer—I thought he was going to do something bad to me.

Gosh, I don’t want him here. How long is he going to stay? I’m still deep in thought when the