Vivian didn't really know how to start, but she took the glass of rosé and took a sip out of it. It had tasted better than she had thought it would be, but there was something that was strange to her. It tasted funny.
"So," she began because Darrion wasn't really talking, "what are your issues that you need to talk about?"
"Well, you see," he started.
She didn't know what was up with me at that moment, but she knew that she wasn't really listening to a single word he was saying. All Vivian could hear was a buzzing noise in her head as she started swaying. Vivian leaned against the chair as her head started getting all dizzy. She dropped the wine galss and then she fell to the ground with it.
Her breathing was rough and she noticed that she was trying to get the substance out of he body. She clenched her throat and she started to panic. She reached for her phone as she tried to dial 9-1-1, but something was stopping her.
It was Darrion. His hands grabbed hers as he was yelling something to her, but she couldn't hear. Then blood shot out from her mouth. It got on the floor and then there were people gathered in the room. People in black suits came stomping into the room and they grabbed Vivian as blood trickled down her shirt. Vivian started to panic and didn't know what to do. She finally just decided to just let her head drop and pretended to faint and let them carry her away.
She could feel herself herself being dragged. Vivian peeped a look and saw a black van. She closed her eyes again and tried to listen to anything she could catch, but she gave up because it was too hard.
When her hearing came back she heard voices of men talking to Darrion, "What do you know?!" they screamed.
"I don't know anything! I don't even know what you're talking about!" he screamed.
"Then why did someone say that you knew something about the files!" he kicked Darrion in the rib.
The blood felt gross on Vivian's lips and shirt. They had fell on the ground at a steady rate and she could still taste the rosé.
She could feel the minutes tick by as she pretended... but the silence was unbearable. Vivian lifted my head up and saw the people stare at me.
"Well little lady. You've finally woken up, huh?" said one of the officers, "You've known nothing of any of this so we will let you go. Tell anyone about what you saw or what you heard then we'll track you down," he threatened, but he shoved me out a door.
Vivian didn't want to go back. She knew that if she did then she would never see the lights of day or even night again, so she stumbled along the dark halls... into what seemed like the right way. The way that she had marked. With her own blood.