She regretted her decision.
She wished she could rewind time.
Her stomach felt knotted and tight: queasy.
...
She really shouldn't have asked for that egg sandwich.
She thought it was a good idea at the time! Protein, fats, carbohydrates...
No. She just felt downright sick.
Of course, it couldn't be guilt.
Surely not.
How many lives had she sacrificed?
How many livelihoods had she destroyed?
...
Okay, not many - and they had been accidents!
So why did she feel so bad about Marc?
"Fuck this." She rolled onto her other side, holding her stomach.
And promptly puked all over the floor.
Alarm bells sounded as she was dragged across the floor and out of the door.
Had they poisoned her?
Was she being taken to a morgue?
Fuck them! No way was she gonna be used for medical research! Using the little strength that she had left, she sprang out of the man in black's arms and stumbled towards the elevator.
He was slow to respond and she succeeded in yanking open the doors and jabbing her finger on the first floor button.
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Working Progress
ActionA story about a girl whose life doesn't seem to give her any answers, and where life itself wants to control her. Needless to say she tries to rebel against it's plan for her.
