Run, Don’t Stop

[NIKITA]

"Him, I saw him. He was there. He shouldn't have been there, but he was there," the woman insists, and I want to punch the living daylights out of her. 

"Patience Nikita," I remind myself for the tenth time since I saw this woman.

"Ma'am, what is your name? And what is it that doctor Pavlenko did or didn't do?" Officer Qiao asks again. Anyone can see he's getting tired of that woman's theatrics.

She had every chance to tell us what I did or didn't do, but she's still behaving like I am walking a nuclear bomb twenty minutes later. If you think of me and my mental health like that, then yes, I am a nuclear bomb.

Everything in my life makes me want to murder people, and I'm not apologetic about that, but this one, this is an attention seeker. Everything about her seems to be meant to distract us all. Fuck, distraction.

She's here distracting us, well, not us, but for me.

She's here for me.