Head into the bathroom anyway

"I'll be fine, I'm sure," you say, smiling.

"If you're sure," Sarah says, frowning. "Seriously though..."

"I'll be fine," you repeat.

"Cool. Well, see you around, Jacqueline."

Sarah walks off down the hallway, and you feel a chill run down your spine as you realize you've just fooled your cousin. You walk forward, pushing into the bathroom. It's empty, if particularly dirty, and the lights all seem to be out of order besides one that flickers somewhat, just about illuminating the room. If there was a police siren in the distance or a dog barking, you think it's a shitty public bathroom in the worst slum in America.

You pause, noticing the sound of a toilet lid being hit clutters out from the stalls. You stare inside, feeling unsure of yourself. You look in the mirror, going over your make-up as you make sure you still look pretty. That same cute, kinda sexy teenage schoolgirl stares back at you, and you smile at her.

You hear another noise come out of the bathroom, your eyes darting to the doors to see what's going to happen.