This Little Girl

As I stared at the bloody arm in my hand...

A strong sense of vertigo assaulted me.

There was too much blood.

Too much blood...

My breathing became ragged while my stomach churned disgustingly. I hurriedly threw the arm away, while I myself vomited on the floor.

In a certain sense, my situation was like a kid that had eaten far too many chocolates, till the point they tasted disgusting.

Yet, that kid kept eating them.

I kept vomiting everything within my stomach.

Even when there was nothing left, I continued to retch, as though there was still some sort of poison within me that I was still trying to get rid of.

Drool dripped down from the corner of my mouth.

I was so dizzy.

...Oh god.

I... I need to get out of here.

I took a step away, but suddenly remembered something.

The money...

I couldn't abandon it.

There's no way I could possibly do that.