Perfect Porcelain

Chapter 1

I felt my legs kick into action once more. Glancing left and right I made a quick decision to head of the stairs instead of the elevators. One had a line and the other had a crown. I wasn't going to wait for the metal box of ascension. I chose the crowd. I regretted it. I was engulfed in the sea of people.  I hardly had room for my own feet on the stairs I now scaled. The lack of space and the slick rubber of my drenched shoes made the perfect combination for me to slip. And I did just that. I felt my left leg shoot backwards and out from under me. I attempted to catch myself with the palms of my hands. It was a lost cause because the only thing that did was shoot a pain through my wrists. The force of the tile hit the rest of my body. Hard. I'd never hit the ground with such force. I felt the impact...then nothing at all.