"Her or me?" A tear rolled down Michelle's puffy cheek, "You have to make a decision."
For Michelle, life has always been about control- control in the studio, in her friendships, and even in the secrets she hides. But with an unexpected pregnancy...
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As I slowly begin to open my eyes, I see nothing but the white ceiling above my head. Everything is a blur, and I can't remember much. It takes me a while to come around. My head aches, my body feels sore, and I suddenly realise that I can't move.
"What the-." I lift my head to see what's going on.
I realise that I'm in hospital. There are people and nurses walking past my room that I'm able to make out from the small window in front of me. I'm hooked up to machines, and they put me in a hideous hospital gown.
Suddenly, it all comes back to me... I remember how I got here. I remember Richelle, I remember the blood dripping onto my hands, and I remember how my eyes closed as I laid on the icy floorboards in Studio A.
How am I supposed to go back there? I'm so embarrassed!
Without hesitation, I begin unhooking myself from the machines, which unfortunately sets off a series of alarms.
"Fuck," I mutter, yet I continue.
I pull everything from my body, and I breathe heavily. And then I hear the door to my room click open.
I turn my head rapidly and I see a nurse standing in the doorway. She has a look of panic on her face as she watches me rip myself from the machines, and she's holding some items of clothing in her arms.
"W- what are you doing?" Her voice is full of concern.
"I'm leaving," I announce.
"You- you can't," She tells me. "We have to run some tests, and you need to be treated. You can't leave."
"Watch me," I say, and I don't bother to listen to her.
I begin rummaging through my bag when I find it sitting on a chair in the room.
I then hear her threaten to call for backup. "I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to let–."
"No!" I raise my voice, and I'm now holding a metal nail file in my hand, pointing it towards her to make sure that she listens to me. "You're not gonna do anything."
"Listen to me," I show her that I'm serious. "You're gonna put everything down, you're gonna hand those over to me, and then you're gonna let me leave. You can call for backup, but at least give me a chance to get out of this building."
She nods shakily while putting down the clothes on a chair.
"Good girl," I say as I begin to walk over to grab the clothes.
I make sure to continue to hold the nail file out towards her so that she doesn't attempt to do anything stupid.
I successfully grab the clothes, taking a look at them before I put them on my body. It's a matching pair of grey sweatpants and a zip-up hoodie, with a plain grey t-shirt to go underneath. I figure that I'll look like an escaped prisoner, but I don't care.
