Almost Alone (a drabble)

"Abigail."

Her name was a barely audible whisper. Impossibly, she felt cold breath against warm neck; goosebumps were born the exact moment her comfort died.

Eyes locked closed and breath seized in her chest.

Such was the shock of fear that she didn't even notice the shampoo sting.

Logically, she knew that the bathroom was filled with hot steam, yet her skin was prickled by cold breath.

She remembered the door was locked tight.

She hoped that when her eyes opened, she'd be alone.

Stiffly, she rinsed, and looked, and was.

Almost.

Another whisper, her other ear.

“Abigail, come play.”