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Hello! This is the first chaper of a story I have in mind. I'm not sure if it will work because I haven't written the rest yet. It's going to develop reasonably slowly so if you enjoy it then stick with it as it will keep getting better hopefully. I welcome all feedback. Chapter One Sarah ran her hands through her thin, dry, mousey brown hair as she examined her face in the mirror of the public toilets at work. She was sure her skin never used to look so pale and sickly, nor did she carry such dark bags under both eyes. Weeks, even months, of a sporadic eating and sleeping pattern had left her looking a misshapen and unhealthy kind of thin. Her collarbone protruded out and she poked it pointlessly, slowly moving her hands up her neck, then to her new frown lines shaping her tired face. They were definitely new as 30 loomed. There had been a time in her life when she had always been smiling, but her job had sucked all the life out of her over such a drawn out period that she had long forgotten those golden days. Sarah was a lawyer these days, she earnt good money working 50+ hours a week, lived in a nice house she hardly saw, and drove a flash new car. But truthfully, Sarah had learnt the hard way that money didn't buy her happiness. She sighed, straightening her dress and trying in vain to look like she wasn't a walking corpse before leaving the bathroom. This was the only time she would get to herself all day and she didn't enjoy it, it was time to remind her how unwell she really was, and how little anyone around her cared. Sarah pushed the door open to the bathroom and immediately heard the monotonous shrill of a ringing office phone. She rolled her eyes, almost stepping all the way out into the corridor before another dreaded encounter. A woman holding a stack of papers had been walking past but stopped as soon as she saw Sarah poke her head out the bathroom. "Oh Sarah, there you are!" Said Megan, Sarah's boss. "I have the case notes for the Harris case. You'll give them the once over then present them in court within the hour." She pressed the papers into Sarah's unprepared arms that she nearly dropped the whole stack on the floor. Sarah managed to catch the papers with her knee whilst Megan watched her struggle to compose herself, making no attempt to help. "Careful Sarah, don't want to muddle those papers or you'll be in trouble." Megan laughed dryly, "Oh and before I forget. Martin has emailed you over his new 17 page proposal. If you could give your analysis before the end of day..." "But I'll be in cour-" "Great." Megan interrupted with a smile. "Oh and there are a few messages waiting for you on your desk when you get there. You'll need to answer all of those before the end of the day too. It will likely be a late one for you." Megan looked Sarah up and down, fixed on her eyes a second, then smiled before continuing down the corridor without another word. Sarah felt sick in her stomach and she couldn't process how much she had to burden in this office. She went back to her desk and dropped off the files before heading outside for a much needed breath of fresh air. She never returned to her desk to check her messages after that breath. In fact, Sarah left the premises all together, the Harris case sat on her desk and she had no intention of turning up to court later that day to present it. Instead she got into her car and started on the journey home without a second thought of the consequences. "I need to escape." She told herself as she tapped the steering wheal, she needed to not be herself for a little while, to un burden all her stress if only for an afternoon. "I need... supplies." She mumbled, indicating off for a chemist en route home.