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“A memory that may or may not have happened”
Rina sank in her patchwork of a couch and rubbed the bridge of her nose, a migraine coming on combined with the rush of memories past. Though the fickle of remembering events happened prior was not uncommon, they were untrustworthy - like they were out to trick her own being.She recalled a particular night, not loo long ago. A nightclub, posing as a front for some small-time drug charade. It were always the small fish in the big sea of drug trafficking she had to go and close up these last few months.A few dollars were all she needed to get inside, and before long she threaded across the dance floor, slipped past the crowd and to the bar. It took just a few extra words and she was a step further.Like it had all occurred naturally and as if it was predetermined; she’d drawn blood, left two corpses at the bottom of a flight of blacklit stairs before heading up to where she was sure the office was. In little less than five minutes.People’s reaction’s always failed to get filed in any part of her head. Going by it logically, people usually scream, yell or turn tail and run. That last one was her least favourite. Once upstairs, a shootout emerged. Her hands were already slippery and sticky with blood, the redness of it stained and weighing on her sleeves.She’d taken leverage to a body with a quick stab at their side. As it connected, she turned her wrist, easing the hook of her blade into his ribs and using her newly-acquired shield to cross some distance across the room. Bullets made impact on the shield, meaty sounds emerging from it. The gravity of her human-made shield became more pressing with each bullet it caught, and soon she was close enough to throw her shield– now a lifeless body into the face of the owner.But, was he really dead? She recalled the corpses had followed her from the bottom of the stairs, and her shield caught his own fall and they were gaining on her now. Their faces were full of life; blood clogged their noses and stained their eyes, but they were looking at her - definitely. They breathed pain and revenge and hate and blood. She recalled collapsing as their gazes impaled her ribcage and pressed onto her lungs, while their spilled blood became pools where her feet sank into. They were here.Drenched in sweat, Rina rose from her couch, the doorbell ringing insistingly. She sat back down, cupping her face in her hands. She suggested her heart to slow down, her breathing to ease down…“That… didn’t happen… did it?”
