*...*
"Pet, now that you're starting to remember, you know how death found you... Little by little."
*...*
*...*
** Good morning. **
But there was no morning.
*PHhhhhhhh. Ahahahaha. *
Seven days of decomposition, had to, caught in a short time, eh, did you think I had the time I imagined?
When I woke up, first I was pierced with pain, like being filled with liquid that burns - gotta get to the lab and get a scalpel from the medicine cabinet.
*...*
**3:07 a.m.**
It's been seven hours since the detective left.
*...*
"I can't. Yes, I can. No, I can't. I can crawl to the lab."
I couldn't stand. My body wouldn't listen to me. The quantum fluid must be suppressing some kind of signal. My vision became hazy for a moment, but through the curtains was the gray light of dawn.
*...*
I struggled to get out of bed. By some miracle, my arms held me up. Maybe I could sit up. Maybe I could crawl to the stairs.
*...*
I got to the stairs. I went down, step by step. * Luck. Maybe I'll survive. *
*...*
The lab. My temporary escape route. Here comes the first aid kit. "I'm gonna die anyway." A scalpel flashed.
I stabbed it into my stomach.
*...*
"I feel better.
I feel so much better.
It's gonna be okay...
It's gonna be o.k.a.y.....
*Pam*