CHAPTER 24

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If possible, Debbie looks even worse than before. I avoid asking how she feels and quietly follow her out the gate. It takes us another ten minutes just to enter the hospital then an additional twenty to register at the front desk. Now it's our turn to blend in with the horde of sick people. We move towards the corner labelled 'emergency' and take the only two seats left. With nothing else to do, I use the opportunity to read each patient like a series. Their eyes range from light to bright yellow, indicating the extent of their situation, their rough-skinned bodies soggy with utter despair. And here am I, smack dab in the middle of characters who not even Daniel Sotina can save. Their collective gloominess brings on my period pains hours earlier than expected. So now I get to sit here and pretend that no one's ramming a knife into every inch of my body. Not to mention the fact that my eyes have already started to blur. Before bedtime, these yellows and greys will become the midnight of temporary blindness. Another reason Ebony hated me. I even experience my period differently than other women. But at least the symptoms will pass by tomorrow. That's more than I can say for my disgusting skin.

I spend most of my time packing my face with costly makeup to hide the roughness, or interchanging denim clothes to avoid people getting hurt if they run into me. And here they are wearing theirs openly. No wonder they're lumped together in that corner of shame. Serves them right to be dying. Anyone who puts others at risk like this deserves the worst possible death. Yet that doesn't change the fact that we're all the same beneath the masks; all except Debbie, of course. I force myself to look at her beautiful skin again. She'll get better. She must! But me; it seems like I'm destined to end up in this hospital without ever getting smooth. The thought chases me down a dark hallway like an angry ghost. Just great, Mary! You answered the knock. You unlocked the door. And now you can't ever turn back the hands of time.

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