Chaos

Dawn

Dave is lying on the floor. Except for the rise and fall of his chest, the rest of his body is out cold. His face, however, is still swollen from the allergic reaction.

I open the door and peep in the lobby to see the situation. At a distance, two men are standing in black suits. They are Dave's bodyguards. 

I muster up my sad, worried face, pinching myself so that tears can fall. 

I rush to the guards as tears fall, acting frantic.

I tap the guard's shoulder and look frantically between them when they give me their attention. 

“What’s wrong, ma’am?” One of them asks, concerned, itching in his furrowed eyebrows.

I wipe away some tears. I look between them and open my mouth to say something, and fail to talk completely.

“I… I…” I fake a stutter.

“What's wrong? Please tell us.”

I cry harder, and ……