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UnwindIt was a hot, humid summer night when we escaped hell.
It wasn’t exactly hell, but you could perceive it as so. All I could hear was the whirring of the chopper in my ears, the infected below us little dots. Dots that ceased to exist in the past two years. What had happened was that we were taken to a CEDA quarantine camp—heh, CEDA actually saved us for once. We met the three survivors that we had encountered in Rayford; Zoey, Francis and Louis.
But something else was different, too.
Ellis lost one attribute—his crush on Zoey. And that was definitely my fault. When he had met her, jealousy burned in my stomach. I didn’t know why at first because I thought he was a stupid kid. I had finally figured it out after months of pondering once we had reached the safe room that led to the bridge… which was supposedly freedom. Long story short; it wasn’t.
I loved him. I loved Ellis.
A Knife Goes...A knife goes in bread, not your wrists.
A knife goes in the drawer, not across your throat.
A knife goes 'chop', not while it's on your fingers.
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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