The dry, hot air engulfed her like a hand closing in around it's long-awaited victim. She sucked in terrified breath, coughing as the unfamiliar, sinister air scraped against her lungs. She coughed roughly, then made sure she continued screaming as soon as the coughing fit was over. Melanie turned back around and rushed towards the door, but there stood Jake's tall and looming figure, preventing her escape. The bad boy stood there with arms crossed, his figure visibly shaking in laughter, but the sound of it drowned out by Melanie's shrieking. "What are you doing?" she cried. "Let me out, Jake!" She, even though there was no space between him and the doorframe, tried to push him out of the way or squeeze past him. Of course it came to no avail. He stood there, leaning against one side of the old door's frame, arms crossed coolly and a smirk gracing his face. He refused to let her out, laughing the whole time as she frantically tried to rush past him, but was blocked by a leg, arm, or his tall body.
