Karma's Not A Bitch

Red. That's the colour of the sky. The colour of pretty much everything, actually. There's no tinge of orange or purple or blue, it was not beautiful at all..

And why is It so hot? It's scorching but there's no sun. The heat is pricking on the skin.. make it stop.

Why are there so many people around? Why is it crowded.

Confusing.

So many whys. 

The air is so still, almost suffocating. Nobody's breathing.

Wait.

Literally, not a single person is breathing.

But there's no fear. No pain in the chest.

Nothing. 

Vin stood in front of the mirror staring at her reflection. For the thousandth time, she sighed. Her hair looked like the ends of a broom, her skin pale, lips chapped and her collar bones potruded. She turned to her closet and then glared at the neon pink alarm clock on her bedside table. She has 20 minutes left. 

"Why do you always die when I need you most?" she muttered as she walked to the shower. She squeezed her toothpaste tube hard. Nothing came out. She squeezed again. Still nothing. She must have forgotten to get a new one because it's been that way for a week now.

"Not you too!" she yelled in dismay. She put her toothbrush in her mouth anyway and brushed vigorously till her gums bled. She's feeling guilty. 12 minutes left. 

She threw on a white tank top and her favourite boyfriend jeans, smoothing her hair at the same time. Vin rushed to the door, slipped her feet into a pair of flip flops and she was off.

7 minutes left and yet, she forgot me. Again.