[ WP ] You are in a dark room with a gun held to your head . Describe the events over last 24 hours leading up this point .

They did n't think I saw them from the corner of my eye, but I did, but they're too fast. A turn and look, and they're gone, but I knew they were there, grey and tall, standing, and watching. 
 
 It was hard to focus in psychology class, because I knew they were standing there at the doorway, peeking in and keeping an eye on me. I could feel those eyes on the back of my head as if it were an itch that I could n't scratch. I knew it was there, but what could I really do about it? 
 
 I heard their footsteps on the walk back to the dorm. Yes, there were other students walking around me, and they're walking created sounds, but these pursuers, they had different footsteps. More of a *clack-clack* than a **clop-clop**. They did n't think I could tell the difference, but I could, and I did. 
 
 I walked around the library, deciding to take the long route to the dorm instead of the ordinary way in a bid to lose them, confuse them, or maybe just disorient them, because I knew they had a certain schedule to follow, a certain procedure. 
 
 But that did n't work. One quick turn and I saw them looking at me with blank staring eyes. One of them, some girl wearing a purple cardigan and khaki pants sitting outside of the library bench smoking a cigarette, she looked at me and said `` What?'' as if I did n't know what she was thinking. She played innocent worse than I played poker, but we both knew the chips were down. 
 
 Even in the dorm room, I could feel their eyes peering at the back of my head. I do n't know how they got in there with me, or how they managed to find a way to put in microscopic cameras into the porous sheet-rocked walls, but they did it. 
 
 I was tired of them watching me. I was tired of it all. The cold metal in my hand felt awkward. I did n't care. I pressed the barrel to the side of my head, one of their favorite positions to look at, and I was going to scratch that itch that could n't be scratched. I knew of one place they would n't be able to follow me.
