“I’m tired of these mind games, Em. I’m sick and tired of you lying to me. I’m sick and tired of you telling me that I’m the only one when I’ve seen differently.” Jake reached into his pocket and slid something into his sleeve. “You know the phrase: Keep your friends close but your enemies closer? Maybe we’ve just been enemies this entire time.” He took out what he was hiding in his sleeve and revealed a knife. He admired the knife and it showed his reflection.
Emily started to back up, looking for a way out. But the door was already closed, and she couldn’t find the handle. Jake walked slowly towards her and she began to panic.
“Jake, put the knife down. Now. Jake, I command you to put the knife down,” she told him. Her breathing grew heavy.
Jake was getting closer and closer. As Emily finally found the handle and was ready to run, Jake stabbed the door with the knife and closed it.