#WritcoStoryChallenge
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end.

oh my god!

I thought, why is it always me who have to work extra hard to get things done? why my younger brother is so fortunate that he's already got a scholarship and started studying in Canada! why do I have to work extra jobs to reach my American dream!???!

Maybe because my parents are earning just enough to make two ends meet for themselves.

I'm not their top priority!

Earth to my thoughts dammit!!!

where do I go from here now?

OMG, I'm sweating like an athlete who just completed 10k run!!!

It's dark everywhere. There's no light.

Why can't I find light, it's the fucking end of that goddamn tunnel ?!?! Rain check

Why isn't there any nurse staff at this deadly hour, why every person hates their job so much?!?! rain check

Why isn't there any emergency exit here, dear lord this place is worst than the demonic hell,.......
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.......which leads me to my question

if this is the...