The image of the brutally mutilated put kept on flashing in front of my eyes making her close them very so often.
The moment the lecture finished, Leah shot out of her seat and ran out of the doors into the direction of the washroom. Opening the first stall she found, she bent over the toilet seat before vomiting out the contents of her stomach.
Her nose twitched at the smell, making her nose eat even more. Someone pulled her hair strands from behind, holding it into a makeshift ponytail before the other hand rubbed her back. By the perfume, she could tell that it was Lucy.
at the end, which she hoped it was, Leah breathing heavily. She practically heaved into the toilet before taking a step back on her knees and leaning against the toilet stall.
"Shit," lucy cursed, "come on, let's get you refreshed."
Leah hardly had any strength left. It was like everything had been drained, or puked, out of her and into the toilet bowl.
