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CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SIX
SUICIDE MISSION

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MY ANXIETY DIDN'T let me sleep enough. There was a small ball in the pit of my stomach that kept turning and turning till that discomfort turned into pain. I doubled over while still asleep and woke up with a start, pushing myself up and towards the small door that led to the bathroom.

I barely had the mind and the time to push the chair I had placed there before I went to bed out of the away before I fell on my knees and started vomiting the barely-there food in my stomach. I stayed there for a while, a pounding headache forming while my mouth burned from that bitter taste.

My forehead touched the cold material of the toilet while I took deep breaths to calm myself. Wrong thing to do because seconds later, I was vomiting again and again even though my stomach was mostly empty.

My fingers trembled as I pushed my short hair away from my face and finally found the strength to flush away the evidence of my anxiety. I got up on shaky legs, the pain at the pit of my stomach dimming a bit. I splashed some water on my face to cool it down.

The funny thing was that I wasn't even thinking about anything. I was sleeping a dreamless sleep, passed out from exhaustion and nothing else. I was jetlagged and yet my subconscious was thinking about everything that would be starting today. I may not remember it but I was clearly stressing out what would happen after I would wake up. The thought scared me a bit but I didn't dwell on it.

I needed a shower and to change from my sweaty clothes before my quest mates came. I needed to at least look like a human being and not a ghost - I was that pale. Then, my stomach growled and I couldn't help myself from rolling my eyes.

Now really wasn't the time for food.

I grabbed some new clothes from my bag, placing my previous outfit in a plastic one and then in my main one. I practically sprinted to the bathroom, taking the world's fastest shower. I tried to scrub everything off me. The jetlag, the fact that I was extremely anxious and most of all my fear. I hoped that if I looked confident, I would feel like it.

However, as soon as I stepped out dripping wet on the cold tiles, I knew that this wouldn't be the case.

My hands were still trembling as I towel dried my body. I let my short hair to air dry (I did a double-take when I saw myself in the mirror because I forgot I cut it). I put on a black cropped ribbed tank top and some high-waisted jeans along with my worn-out sneakers. Finally happy with my appearance, I grabbed some snacks that I had stacked before I left New York and started munching on some chips, opening my phone and looking around random things to pass the time.

I hoped at least the food would help stop my shivers and as I continued eating, I realized that I had been right. Had I really spent more than a day without consuming food and didn't notice? I cursed myself and made a mental note to never let this happen again. I was a stress eater and not eating, especially for a whole twenty-four hours was not good for my mental health - not that eating my body weight in chips was good for my health but eh, some sacrifices need to be made.

Just as I finished the food and my third cat video, there was a knock on my door. I quickly dusted my hands on my jeans, wiping my mouth too and slowly walking towards the window. There was no way I was going to open the door without knowing who was outside. I thought about grabbing the gun Aphrodite gave me but didn't. I didn't really know how to use it. I could have used it to scare them but my hands were still slightly trembling meaning I would have just made a fool of myself.