Razan Mando - 10 Yellow: Psyche

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It was another long shift at the hospital, but little did I know, things would take an expected turn afterwards. I had my entire night planned out: order an obscene amount of pizza, watch my favorite movie, and get a good night's sleep afterwards. Of course, I had to get home first.

"Have a safe ride!" said the ticket salesman as he gleefully handed me my bus ticket. I swiped my ticket at the sensors on the bus door. Slowly but surely, the door opened automatically, and I was let inside. There weren't many people on the bus to begin with and by the time I was two stops away from my house, it was just me and an irksome fly left. Quite frankly, the tension in the air was as thick as the first batch of brownies I made.

The lights kept flickering on and off until suddenly, the bus came to a screeching halt and the lights were off. My minor scare was elevated into a full-on panic attack when I heard the doors open and uncoordinated footsteps followed. I was utterly frozen in place; I didn't know whether I should attempt to fight or flee.

I was brought back to my senses when the lights turned back on and exposed something I wish I'd never seen: mutilated men and women, bleeding and reaching out to me. I tried to move back but a pair of slimy hands grabbing my arm brought me down to my knees, and what seemed to me like a segment of an intestine (I am a nurse after all) was hazily slopped down onto my cheek. Suddenly, the vigilantes were all over me, as if I was what a Thanksgiving feast was to a homeless, hungry man.

Tears were streaming down my face and sweat was dripping down the base of my spine. Was this really it? Was this going to be the way I die? No, I'm not doing to the heavens above in such a vicious way. I screamed at the top of my lungs: "Stop! I'm innocent, leave me alone!" I wiggled my way out of their grip and before I could even process what had happened, one of them began laughing.

Asif it were contagious, they all stood up normally and began clapping. A cameracrew then joined us and a presenter said with a jump: "PSYCHE!" My heart wasstill beating fast but I breathed out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.I was glad it was all over, but they were definitely going to pay for that. 

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