LOGINA numbing pain washes over me. In my years of being a spy and someone who relatively gets hurt a lot, this is both a good and a bad thing.Good because it numbs and washes away all the pain you should be feeling which makes things a lot easier. Bad because it pushes you to unconsciousness.It feels like we've been d
It happens between a second and two. I hear them fire the very moment they round up the corner and a second from there on everything moves in slo-mo. I pushed all my weight into the glass, squeezing my eyes shut when it breaks and I'm left open to face the consequences of my very,veryreckless decision.A sharp gasp gets punched out of me when I hit the ground surprisingly too soon.
This is a joke.That hosthasto be joking because there's no way that that woman on stage with a huge smile issomeone Iknow.I feel dread. Nothing but dread- maybe a tad bit of irritation because I'm facing my mother sooner than I wanted,
"Open the door!" The loud banging against the thin wooden door continues. I watch with wide eyes as the doors' hinges shake, threatening to give out any moment if the banging carries on."Maya who's at the door?" I asked with a small voice, shaky and scared because the last man that went here a month ago was far from friendly. My sister gives me a reassuring smile, patting my
I come back to the table a few minutes later after Lucas does. At this point, my brain's already too foggy and hazy from the medicine to even consider whether or not that's suspicious.I pointedly avoided looking at Lucas, in fear of laughing at his damp hair and shirt.When he refused to get out earlier even if I asked and gave him two chances to do so, he ended up having a handful of water splashed to his face.
I watch the clock tick by.Slow. Sluggish. Taunting.The clock indicates that it's near 9 in the morning already but my brain hasn't quite caught up with that yet.