Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I was still on the ground of the sidewalk trying to make sense of what just happened. Nothing seemed to make sense.

Why was I on the ground by myself?

What happened to the old lady?

A crowd of persons were all around me, shouting all their concerns and all their comments. It was pure chaos. Confusion. A few of the persons had their phones out probably taking videos and pictures.

The driver of the vehicle was mouthing something but nothing registered in my head.

I somehow managed to block out all noises. Everything was just crashing down on me. I just ran out in the middle of the road to save someone that didn't even exist.

Was I that tired? Tired enough to start hallucinating? Was I even hallucinating? I'm sure that I saw that lady. I was sure of it.

Or was I?

The entire situation was making me feel uneasy. Why did this even happen?

What if it ended up all over the news?

I would surely loose my job.

My boss hated a crackhead and what just happened made me come off as one. I couldn't loose my job. I had way too many financial obligations that I was barely managing. If I lost my job how would I survive?

This was all too much.

The crowd, the videoing, all these thoughts. I couldn't take it anymore. I was in a fight or flight mode and my body chose the latter. To flee the scene.

I ran, pushing through the small crowd of persons. I didn't care if anyone fell, their safety wasn't my concern right now.

I just wanted to go home.

I needed to go home.

I completed my journey home in half the time that I would normally take and didn't even bother to greet Cora, my cat.

Stumbling around the apartment, trying to find the bathroom with my eyes barely open. I was feeling extremely dizzy and nauseous, opening my eyes would enhance the sick feeling that I was experiencing.

As soon as I entered the bathroom, the bile was in my mouth and ready to be released. I didn't make it to the toilet before everything was exiting my mouth.

All my stomach contents was all over the bathroom floor and if that wasn't enough I just wouldn't stop heaving.

When I finally calmed down, my body collapsed to the floor, tears rolling out of my eyes. It occurred to me that my puke was mere centimetres away from where I was laying but my body has been through way too much to continue functioning.

My cat came in and crawled on my worn body before curling up in a ball. Her actions reminded me that I had to feed her.

The sickening scent of my barf prevented me from falling asleep and gave me the motivation I needed to get up.

I dragged my body to the washbasin so that I could brush the awful taste out of my mouth. When that was complete I gave my cat some food and went to clean the horrid mess of a bathroom that I left.

It took me close to thirty minutes to clean the floor in my sluggish state and the scent was still stuck in there. I opened the windows in the bathroom, sprayed some disinfectant, scented spray and closed the door to prevent the scent from spreading through the different rooms in my apartment.

I changed from out of my work clothes to a cropped top and a pair of booty shorts. My mind was still a bit hazy and even though I didn't want to check the internet my hands couldn't stop themselves.

Automatically my fingers began searching for the incident on almost every social media site that I could think of and sure enough there were several videos and pictures all over the internet.

They were making fun of the entire situation, some were even speculating that I had some mental illness. It could even be considered funny, if you weren't the person involved in the situation.

I was sick. This was too much and I just wanted to forget it all. The only way to do that was to force myself to sleep.

My body was far too tired to do anything else so I dragged myself and fell down on my bed.

Life was already hard as it is. With this out there, I would be labelled as some sort of druggie or some mentally ill person off their meds.

I wish life was easy. That way I didn't have to worry about anything. I could go on living without a single care in the world but life was only easy for the royals or those high class fuckers.

Not that I would mind being one of them. That way I would have nothing to worry about. Nothing to care about. Everything happening at a simple snap of a finger.

I wish I was a princess.