Only when I was marching down with my bare feet blistered and bleeding in the cold of the night did I remember the SUV that I had taken with me on this remorseless night.
I entered the Lobby and heard several gasps, stumbling, and things crashing down but I already looked like a wet skunk someone fit in a Wedding Dress so, No! I wasn't staying for chitchat.
Now that I notice I was limping with wet tissues in one hand and the weight of this horrendous gown in another. I dragged the torn, bloody and murky gown to the lift. Suddenly, I feel so honored. First time in my life people made way for me, and even let me climb the lift alone.
Someone had even shrieked and if I wasn't mistaken, it was cops they were dialing in hushed whispers?
Morons.
I would move more of my facial muscles but I'm pretty sure the nerves on my face had shrunk up. My eyes fell on my reflection, I hummed as I assessed myself. I just needed an axe.
