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"The Last Stall on the Left"
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Chapter 1:
This is a stand alone story, not a chapter of a novel
(by Derek, added on July 9, 2009)
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She entered the restroom unnoticed. The fear of being seen was her biggest deterrent up until now. The antiseptic smell of the room only heightened her anxiety, and as always she avoided the mirror. Something she grew accustomed to doing.
"The last stall on the left, it might as well be a tomb", she thought. After latching the stall door she reached into her purse for the syringe. It was already loaded. Her eyes became transfixed on the brownish liquid within.
Almost immediately it slipped and fell into the toilet below. "Dammit" she said out loud, "that's just great". Without hesitating she grabbed the syringe and wiped it off on her acid-washed jeans.
She removed her jacket, exposing her left arm riddled with puncture wounds. Once her arm was tied off, she began tapping her vein to wake up the blood inside.
Just as she was about to shoot, she heard the squeak of the restroom door. Which was followed by the sound of hi-heels, and the running of the sink faucet.
"Not now", she thought. It crossed her mind to just give up trying to get high in here and go do it outside someplace. "She doesn't know I'm in here, who cares".
She injects the needle in her newest hole and a squirt of her blood shoots back into the syringe. Slowly the rush of junk oozes up her arm and into her body.
She tilts her head back, loosing herself in the sound of the running water, which now sounds like the roar of the Pacific ocean. A wave of ecstasy pounds her previous anxiety into nothingness. Mental images of her mother flashes in her min-
a metal chord drops down around the woman's neck and she's violently hoisted up. A butcher's knife is sliced across her throat, and a streak of blood splatters across the toilet bowl. The chord is released, and the woman's body flops down onto the restroom floor.
She has just enough consciousness to notice that her killer is dressed as a man, exept for a pair of pink high-heels. He walks over to the sink and shuts off the running water and then leaves.
The syringe was still in her arm.
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