The Cog that Spins the Wheel - 9

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Chapter 9 - The Disappearance of Mooners

Steam from the coffee Christa made cups my chin and caresses my face. Its warmth is the only comfort here. My stomach’s too sour to drink it, even the smell is nauseating. In the shower, I heaved my insides out until there was only bile.

Then I kept going.

The lights are too bright, the gravity crushes me against the floor. Did she turn it up higher? My head pounds. I feel sweaty, feverish. My hands won’t stop shaking so I keep them spread ...