Four

She wakes up her mouth feeling like cotton wool. Her mood could not be worse. She remembers the visions of the last night. And she knows what they mean. As if to confirm her dread pain slices through her lower abdomen. She doubles over in pain and knows that it has finally returned.

With difficulty she prepares for work. The ride to work is short. Having been lost in thought she forgets to close the door to the dark places in her mind. Thus the boss calls her into his office as she walks in with a long face.

The drilling only serves to make matters worse. And she leaves the room having lost another friend and with possibility of losing her job.

"I told you, didn’t I?” taunts the voice,” you will come back to me. Fully. And this time I will never let you go"

She walks out to the balcony and with unseeing eyes stares at the cars down the street. Tears blur her vision and she fells lightheaded. She remembers that she needs to eat. She turns into the office and takes a cup of oats offered to her by a friend earlier. The instant it touches the walls of her stomach she doubles over in pain. It has began....

GOODMORNING.