Chapter 15-P2

Marley sprinted down the hall, basically stumbling down the steps. She spun in a circle, searching for a closet that wasn't there. The only ones were in the bedrooms, which were all full. Everything else was locked for the night. Her nails dug into her scalp, the pressure threatening to buckle her knees. She had to keep moving. She couldn't stop. She couldn't stop. Half delirious, Marley ran out of the girls' cabin and into the night, the door swinging behind her. Socks and PJs and all, Marley tripped down the porch steps, which eventually turned into a manic run. Marebear! Get up! Come with me! Now! "I'm trying!" She gasped, "I'm trying!" Marley wasn't sure what she was doing. In the last shreds of her sanity, an alarm bell blared over and over. It rang viciously violent, but it was a pin dropping compared to the hurricane roiling inside of her head. She stumbled inside, her feet finding the stairs and dashi