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ELITE

Regret

A Short Story

Zeina Marei - Level 3 - Economics

That same poorly lighted room, that same overshadowing the bloping sound of blood

bloody sink, and that same humane drops. Shadows intertwine in the puddle

figure, kneeling against a wall. She beneath her, and just as she bends over,
observes the scene from afar, curious to shrieks of pain transpire. Her breath

understand, but it all looks hazy, and the becomes heavier, along with her inability
longer she stares, the more illusionary it to move or scream for help - her inability

looks. She starts tripping, falling back to break free. The next day she walks into
into reality, as it all dusts away. her own trap to the sound of regret.

Different day, yet the same supercuts. In Mimics of her inner thoughts are all she
a corner stands that unidentifiable figure, hears, as she cautiously walks in.

reeking of blood. “What is it?” She “Who are you?” She asks the figure; yet
wonders, “How isn’t it dead yet?” the question remains unanswered to her

Just as she speaks, its head slowly turns naive thoughts. She aggressively asks
in her direction. She fearfully escapes, to again. It starts narrating her inner thoughts

once again rebound back into reality. as she interrogates it, until she falls for its
“How could it hear me?” She undeniably words.

questions. “Why did I do this?” It sobs, “Why didn’t

This time, she’s being lured in by the I think this through?”
voices. Multiple voices identified, only And as she identifies the creature, it starts
one body seen. She anxiously approaches moving towards her whilst crying aloud “I

the entrance, whilst the figure lies still. would do anything to turn back the clock

Her trembles amplify, five minutes.”

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