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Avatar Author: J. A. Keane J. A. Keane has spent the majority of his 19 years trying to act like a somewhat normal member of modern society, but seeing as nobody else seems to be acting normal these days (which basically makes the entire concept of... Read Bio

My heart stops.

Maybe not literally, but it goddamn feels like it.

I get a feeling in my gut. Not a good one; it’s like my insides have fallen out of me. It feels familiar, but that isn’t comforting.

I feel my blood drain from my face.

Every little sound in this room is amplified up to 11. I don’t even know what “up to 11” means or comes from, but in this context, I think I get it.

All in all, I want to throw up on the nice burgandy carpet.
The nice blood-red carpet.
The carpet the colour of blood.
Blood carpet.
Carpet blood.

I vomit on it anyway. Screw the niceties, screw this situation, screw this smug fuck in front of me – I’ll vomit on his carpet, and if he doesn’t like it, he can go fuck himself.

I wipe my mouth with my sleeve, take some breaths, and stare at the man behind the table.

“What do you mean?”

I ask the question, but my body’s reaction is a good indication that I already know the answer.

This is your plan. This is all your plan. Right up to this very moment…”

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