Chapter Seventy-Seven: More

Trigger Warning: Drugging

The breeze across my skin, the wine on my lips and the glitter on my chest that remains braless for the sin I am about to commit.

The way the curtains move with the breeze and the night’s view from the presidential suit.

There are too many things that stand out tonight.

I wish I could tune them out; I wish I were numb to everything— the loud and fast beat of my heart, the warmth from the fireplace, the void in my chest at a loss that none can understand, not even me, because…what did I do wrong?

What was wrong? Was it that I drank before I knew of my pregnancy, was it the stress, is it that my body cannot sustain life? What is it? Where did I go wrong?

A sigh escapes me at the pointlessness of my thoughts, especially now that in a few minutes, I become a rapist, a drugger, a criminal…. someone I cannot recognise.

Those are the words; in a few minutes, I become unfamiliar.

The desire to have something burn my throat hums in my veins. A cigarette would typicall