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Okay, the second of the two weird stories I will post here. I dont' really get the title myself, so if you have any ideas, feel free to hit me over the head with an idea or five. Thank you and on with the confusion!!

The girl blinked. When had it gotten so dark, and where was she?
Her heart froze. Her watch was gleefully illuminating the numbers 8 and 3 and 1, with two tiny dots between the 8 and the 3. She stared at the watch with dread as it changed the one to a two and the light grudgingly shut off.
She was left in near perfect darkness, with the only exception being a far-off light. It glowed brightly despite its distance, the red EXIT light glaring at her harshly. She squeezed her eyes shut and told herself that she would open her eyes to the lights in the ceiling of the nurse's office she had just stumbled out of, and it would still be third period. She held her breath and slowly cracked her eyes open.
Still dark. Her breathing quickened.
She had to get out of there.
The doors - by some miracle, they might still be unlocked. She started forward towards the sign that teased her with the prospect of escape where there was none. Red shone in her peripheral vision and she whipped her body around to face whatever threat it was. Eyes!
No. No, it was a reflection of the sign in the doorknob of one of the classroom doors. She turned around and started back towards the light. She had to get out of there. Her shoes squeaked as she walked. She started jogging for the leering light of the sign. Almost there, almost there…The squeaking increased in frequency and volume. She knew it was her shoes - just as she knew that the red eyes were mere reflections of the salvation so distant - but her constricting chest and burning eyes refused to acknowledge this simple fact.
Why was that light still so far away!?
She sprinted towards her deliverance. Her watch lit up again, its sadistic face taunting her with the knowledge that it was ten minutes later and she was no closer to safety. Her eyes betrayed her and began to blur and sting, but she finally reached the door.
Locked. It echoed her fists with a hollow laugh that bellowed through the hall, and threw her down as she heaved her weight against it.

The man looked up as his partner entered the room. The woman glanced at the screens in front of the one way glass and the man nodded and stood.
The president would be pleased. The research was progressing in a far more favorable direction than had been predicted. According to the screens, it was still sitting rigidly upright by the wall, staring into the air.
Seven days without light or sound had more of an effect than could have been hoped for. It probably wouldn't even make it to the end of the two week study. The man left.
If the subject didn't live that long then they wouldn't be able to study it, and would have to go without one set of data. The other forty-nine would hold out. She sat down and checked to make sure all of the monitors were on before going to sleep.

Hey, that's the one I read at your house! xd

I like it, but I still, honestly, got a tad confused reading it. Then again, I'm the kind of person that gets confused really easily 3nodding

Ahh...death and locked doors 3nodding

It's not. That. Bad. *glare*

ninja

Okay, so I'm weird. What of it? ^^

Any better title ideas? Other than death and locked doors.
What can I do to improve it?
Are there any noticable trends in my writing that need fixing?