Prologue:
Thirty five year old, Stacey Campbell grinned excitedly taking in the elegant atmosphere of the posh Italian restaurant, the pristine white clothed tables, the tall champagne glasses sparkling under the soft glow of the crystal chandelier along with the soft violin music filling the restaurant. tonight was everything she'd hoped for.
They sat there touching hands, laughing and swapping stories about work and funny moments about life. Roger's hazel eyes sparkled telling his jokes making Stacey giggle while the gentle chatter and warm candlelight created a sense of intimacy that just wrapped around them in their cozy table. It was like they were in there own little world. Stacy found herself feeling happier and more open than she had in years. And she had a feeling she be seeing Roger, again!
The main course shortly arrived an absolutely gorgeous plate of pasta with rich tomato sauce, the wonderful scent of Italian meatballs filled there senses, but it was also huge.
Stacey hesitated, feeling a little wary. She'd been doing so well, she didn't want to mess things up now, but she was also starving and the meal looked so heavenly! She then remembered her injection kit was still in her purse.
She had been on this all natural diet injection regimen for a month and the results were incredible! She had gone from a size 26 to a curvy size 16 and no side effects, it was a amazing!
Staring at the plate, Stacey decided this would be a good time for a little extra dose of her miracle diet cure.
Politely excusing herself, Stacy slipped towards the ladies restroom, her black stilettos clicking on the grey and white tiled floor. Alone in the ladies' room, she touched up her lipstick and mascara admiring her reflection. The woman in the mirror had gone from frumpy and shy to now a vibrant, beautiful woman, full of possibility and hope, nothing could go wrong.
Stacey then reached into her purse pulling out her diet medicine kit containing a syringe and a sealed plastic tube. She had already taken this earlier but a little extra wouldn't hurt, especially with a dinner like this. Locking the door, she went into an empty stall and carefully prepared the shot, pulling up her hem exposing just enough of her thigh, she then injected the clear liquid, stinging for a minute, but she was used to it. She then smoothed down her dress taking a deep breath before leaving the stall.
A quick glance in the mirror later, she smiled ready to enjoy the rest of her date. Nothing could ruin this.
But as she started to turn the knob, she suddenly froze, a rapid surge of dizziness overwhelmed her causing her knees to buckle. She gripped tightly to the marble counter for support. A wave of confusion and panic swept over her, she couldn't figure out what was happening!
A tightness then crept into her chest, pain moved into her body, quickly becoming an agonizing burning sensation rushing through her almost like the inside of her body was inflames, it was unbearable!
She clawed at the sink calling out for help, but her voice was interrupted by labor breathing, she panted heavily, her fingers fumbling in her purse, for her phone, anything that could help her, but her strength was fading fast. She was now desperately propping herself up from the floor clinching the doorknob know trying to move it, but it was locked.
Suddenly, the sounds of loud frustrated knocking from behind the door raised some glimmer of hope that someone was there help her, but the sounds quickly stopped with just the muffles of grunting sounding father and father away. It was over.
Her grip finally loosening and with one final deep gasp Stacy collapsed to the tile floor, darkness slowly enclosing in on her. On the other side, the sounds of chatting and laughter continued through the door like a cruel joke, her last view being the half-filled syringe mocking her. Stacy was dead.