"NO!"
"Help me..."
"Blade, please."
"Don't do this."
"You're better than that."
"You're-"
Screaming was all I could hear now. How could I blame her? I almost screamed, myself.
Then, why didâŠ
Why did I have a smile on my face?
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I've worked here for as long as I remember. It's a habit now. I print documents, take samples, check in on the patient, make sure all doors are secured and locked, and report to the Superior, I then go on consume breaks. I've never had the opportunity to do much else, nor have I wanted to. As far as I knew, this was my purpose in this life. But how come every time I had an expiration, every time I heard screams followed by silenceâŠ
Why did I feel so sick? It felt as though I was the one screaming. And I smiled every time The Superior padded my back. It took a long time to realize something was wrong.