CHAPTER SIX
I took out a bottle of soda from the freezer.
I stared down at my flash and phone on the counter as I chugged down almost half of the bottle. It still felt surreal. I picked up the phone and checked the message again for the umpteenth time since I left the interview grounds. If this was a dream then whoever makes the mistake to wake me would be dead before they can even get the chance to say sorry.
My eyes shifted to the flash on the counter. I dropped the phone down and took my time to stare at it. The flash was a reminder of two things today. First, it saved me when I had no other means and second… it reminded me of the stuck up….woman, who either desperately wanted to be dead or was just too dumb to make the same mistake two consecutive times.
I remembered how she pushed
