My right hand throbbed with pain, each movement sending sharp jolts through my bones, but I forced myself to ignore it. Leaning on the wall for support, I pushed myself upright and took it step by step out of the hospital until eventually, I hailed a cab to the airport.
Hatred burns in my eyes. I will leave, but not so easily.
Since Erving tried to destroy my hand and even gave my photos to Anya to create art, making her famous while I bear the brunt of the infamy,
then I'll retaliate!
I called a friend and asked him to make me a human-like arm, drench it in dog blood, and send it to Erving!
Then I opened my phone, packed up all the nude photos and pictures of Erving and Anya in bed taken by the home security camera, uploaded them to my X, and set a timer to release them. When I took off and left the city, everything they had would be destroyed!
By the time I arrived, the sun was sinking, painting the sky in orange and red—a beauty so breathtaking it brought tears to my eyes.
I clutched my ticket and walked toward the gate. Before boarding, I glanced back at the city one last time.