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A crashing sound echoes throughout the halls of an apartment building. The manager, sitting down behind the desk reading Dracula, looks towards the staircase.
"Damn it, Mari." She says as she puts the book down and gets up, walking towards the staircase and climbs up, walking up each step. She reaches the top and walks towards a door with the plate "2a" on it.
"Mari?" She says as she knock on the door, with no response coming from inside. She puts the right side of her head on the door's surface to listen inside, but hears nothing. She starts pulling out a key and just about to open the door, a girl speaks inside.
"Please don't open it, Nina..." The manager stops for a second before opening the door anyway, but the door doesn't open all the way, leaving a crack into the room. Inside, in sight from outside, there is a bed, with it's sheets on it, all messed up. On the wall next to the bed, there are several papers either taped or stapled to it, the papers being of different colors.
"Mari, do you really want to piss me off? Now unblock this door or I'll kick you onto the curb." She tries to push the door open, but to no avail. The girl walks in front of the crack of the door, showing a girl in her mid 20's. Her hair is a dark blue mess, though it only barely reaches up to her shoulders. Her cyan eyes look like they're glowing, though her face looks a little red, with tiny red streams marks coming from her eyes. She's wearing a sleeveless shirt with legless pants, unbuttoned
"Mari..." Nina says as a single tear comes from Mari, it hitting the ground. Mari unblocks the door, but holds it in place, looking at Nina.
"Leave me alone..." Mari pushes the door, and locks it. Nina looks at the door for a second until walking back down stairs. Inside, the walls look the same except for one, with papers either taped or stapled to them. One wall has a door into a closet, with very few clothes inside. There's also two red stools next to the bed. On the opposite side to the door, there is a smashed mirror, with it's shards on the floor.
Also on the floor are a lined piece of paper and a black pencil. Mari walks away from the door and falls on her knees in front of the paper. She picks up the pencil and draws "I'm nothing" and grabs a shard of the mirror. She gets up and squeezes her hand on the glass, making her hand bleed. She drops the shard on the ground and the blood coming from her hand drops on the paper. She gets down again and puts her bleeding hand on the paper.
"I'm nothing, I'm nothing, I'm nothing..." She says as she crawls to her bed and grabs one of the sheets with the bleeding hand. She extends her arms and grabs another mirror shard. She lets go of the sheet, grabs the shard with her bleeding hand and stabs the shard into her wrist, and repeats the action several times. With both her hand and wrist bleeding, she puts her right arm under the bed, grabbing a bag and pulling it out. She puts her left arm inside, grabbing a small box with "Gamma" on it.
"I'm nothing, I'm nothing, I'm nothing...!" She rapidly says while crying as she opens the small box and pulls out a small white pill. She shakes as she breaths in and out just by the sight of the pill. She instantly looks back at the box and grabs it, turning it on it's back. It's covered in a paper that obviously isn't apart of the packaging.
"Take 3 in order to make a makeshift cyanide..." She smiles a little as she puts the box on it's front and opens it again, taking out two more pills. She looks intensely at the three pills in her hand, but her hand shakes. She closes her hand, closing her eyes as well with her head down.
"Why...? Why can't I do it?!" She throws the pills against the wall in front of her and opens her eyes. She holds herself on her bed, kicking the bag to the ground. She grabs the box and throws it to the ground. She holds her head as she lays down in her bed, covering herself in the sheets. She cries as she clutches the sheets, looking up at the ceiling.
"I'm... Nothing..." She sniffs and looks down, closes her eyes.
Meanwhile, in a hospital parking lot, a man with really short blond hair, with glasses, a black coat over a red t-shirt with dark blue jeans and sneaker, walks towards a black futuristic car with his hands in his coat's pockets. Two guys in scrubs walk outside the building as the man pulls out a small remote and puts it against the front left door, it opening. The man gets into the car and closes the door. He starts it, but a ringing sound comes from his pocket. He pulls out a small phone and presses a button on it, the ringing stopping.
He puts the phone next to his right ear and holds it in place with his shoulder.
"Yeah, what is it?" The man says into the phone.
"Are you Doctor Edward Gregory Lancer on St. Michael?" The man on the other sides says.
"Yeah, this is Doctor Lancer. What do you want?" Edward says.
"It's about one of your patients. Sarah Gordon." Edward's eyes widen as his grips the phone in his hands.
"What happened to her?" Edward drives backwards and then forwards, leaving the parking lot.
"See for yourself. It's at the docks." The man hangs up as Edward looks at the phone before putting it away and driving into a freeway.
"Sarah..." He says to himself as he looks into the traffic, not moving even an inch.
"Come on!" He pushes the horn of the car, but traffic isn't moving. He slouches on his seat before thinking of something.
"And this is where your taxes are going into." He presses a button on the dashboard and the car starts to float as it flies over traffic, everyone looking at his car. Edward takes a shortcut, and presses the button again, the car landing on it's wheels. He drives into an alley while checking the time.
"2 pm..." He says as he gets to the docks. It's covered in police cars, with police officers. Edward opens the door and gets out, closing the door. One of the officers sees him and walks towards him.
"Hello. The name's Detective Ark Wing." The man says.
"We got a call from someone saying that Sarah Gordon got what she deserved for coming to you." Edward backs away for a second upon hearing those words.
"How is-" The man interrupts him.
"She got mauled up, and we're still trying to find all of her remains." Edward holds his mouth and runs off to a corner and vomits into a nearby trash can. Ark walks up to him and hold his shoulder.
"Don't worry. It wasn't your fault. We're just dealing with a psychopath. Sorry to your time." Ark lets go and walks back to the crime scene, Edward cleaning his mouth of the vomit. He walks back to his car and drives away, holding his head while driving home.