Trying to Live With the Dead (The Veil Diaries #1)

by B.L. Brunnemer

As soon as she finished fading away, I ran. I didn’t have time to walk. I ran through the aisles, my stomach already rebelling. Not yet, not yet, not yet. I ran into the alcove with the bathroom doors, barely noticing that the guys spotted me diving through the door. I ran to the closest stall, dropped to my knees and threw up. I was sick over and over. Blood streaming into the bowl from my nose, eyes streaming with tears. My head exploding. The world spun as I tried to breathe between bouts of sickness. Finally, I had nothing left. I held my hair back in one hand and fumbled for the toilet paper with the other. When I was sure I wouldn’t be throwing up again, I flushed the toilet and sat back on my butt, my back against the stall wall. I held more tissues to my nose and used my other hand to clean up my face. I felt weak, drained, and wobbly. So, I just sat there focusing on breathing as my stomach stopped cramping. I had to keep changing out my tissues; my nose didn’t want to stop bleeding. I was there a long time.