" He's not responding" The young woman mumbled as she walked alongside the male nurse. He glanced at her boredly before yawning. The two had just finished their rounds for their patients in the Asylum. It was a tough job, and the two looked drained and disheveled.
"Isn't that a norm, he doesn't talk, he doesn't eat, nor does he sleep. He's beyond our help, just let him be for now, it'd be better for me if he just died, one less fucking maniac to "care " for"
"But-"
"Listen, kid, I'm just doing my job, and frankly I don't get paid enough to do it, if you wanna help him, be my fucking guest, once I'm not dealing with him that's fine by me," The slightly irritated male nurse said as he barely looked at the patient. She understood his anger and frustration, however, it was their job.
The young woman looked back at the patient who sat on his bed, still, pale, dead silent, and staring at the poorly painted white wall opposite him. Was he even breathing?. What could've gotten him to this point, what was wrong with him?. She hadn't checked his record much but from hearing the bizarre rumors about him seems that he should be in jail than an asylum.
She leaned closer to the door, peeping through the foggy window. She sighed as she watched him sit there.
"Hopefully he'll eat today" She grumbled frustratingly. "Patient, 56, I've brought your meal, please push the other cartons aside to give way," She told him, he said nothing, as usual. She decided upon herself to push her hand through the little opening in which she used to hand the patients food, unfortunately, it was blocked up due to being overcrowded with the months worth of food he hadn't eaten and left there to spoil. No one even dared went near his door due to the fear of him lashing out again just like when he first got to the asylum.
He was frightening, Angry, and silent.
Just as she pushed her hand in to push the food away, her whole face dropped, all the color had drained from her face as she felt the coldness of his large hand grab at hers, she trembled. Something deep in her was screaming to pull away but she couldn't, his hand wasn't the only cold object she felt glide along her exposed wrist.
"P-Please let go, I'm just handing you your food, please" She begged, it took him a few seconds to let go, but before he did she swore she heard him mumble something "Solar" what?
She quickly freed her arm and stared at the door hard, thinking that he can feel her glare. Why did she have to sign up to work here? it's not like it's any better than her previous job as a waitress, it pays more, but dealing with this? was not it.
she gathered the tray from the floor and rushed back to the cafeteria, leaving the patient without another word.
Ezra sat on the bed in silence, his head bowed.
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That night, it was time to check on the patients as they went to bed. Usually, the nurses are given the task to hand them their medications, check to see if they swallowed them whole, check for any makeshift weapons(she made sure to tell the staff about his little weapon from earlier )tie down the bedsheets, check over the barricaded windows, and help them with anything else whether It be putting their clothes on, etc.
For the new nurse, she dreaded having to be back at Ezra's door after what had happened earlier. It was already past 8 pm which meant that the patients were already tucked in, however, the nurse was sent to check up on Ezra once more, all the older nurses usually check up on him more than their other patients and it's understandable as to why.
But- "Why me? he's not even my patient!, sigh, its what you signed up for Carrie, deal with it"She grumbled to herself as she marched to his door, the adrenaline and anger soon left her body once she arrived, it seemed like the atmosphere is more dense and menacing around this area, "creepy", she glanced at his door knowingly.
She sighs before knocking on the door three times, which basically was the nurse's way of saying they'll be entering "Patient 56, I'm coming in" She said firmly, even though she was visibly shaking. She glances through the piece of transparent plastic in the door to see if he was asleep, but he wasn't, her face suddenly drops and her eyes widen. What she witnessed before her made her stomach curdle.
He was hanging from the neck, his body faced the poorly painted wall, blood dripped from a wound somewhere on his body which caused a large crimson pool of blood underneath his lifeless body. She quickly unlocked the door with shaking hands before barging in "PATIENT 56!? , OH GOD OH GOD, WHAT DO I DO!?" She cried.
"Nothing," said a voice from behind her, before she even said anything she was knocked out.
Ezra took hold of her body and placed it under his covers quickly not long before grabbing the other body that hung from the bedsheet he had pinned by a piece of the nail he found from the roof.
He let down the male security guard and also placed his body next to the nurse and smirked "this is too fucking hilarious " He whispered as he glanced at their faces, one dead and one unconscious.
He suddenly laughed before grabbing the keys from the male security guard. He had to wait on this nurse because she had something he needed, he dug in her pockets and found a set of car keys and smiled to himself. He removed the male bodyguard's clothes along with the female nurse before, putting on his uniform then heading out the room locking it behind him.
"I've waited for this day for too long, soon solar, just wait for me" He smiled wickedly before placing the security cap on.
"Soon"
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Hey guys!!
It's been a fucking while, like...4 years? I'm 19 soon turning 20 and I have to say, this book is my worst nightmare.
like what's with my grammar?. What's the goddamn plot?
I'm pretty sure anyone can tell a 15-year-old wrote this, and that I did, however, I'm really grateful though, but Jesus christ.
But here's a chapter, I'm thinking of improving this book and making another to it, hows that sound?. Hopefully, my writing has gotten better, but yes that's all I wanted to say! thanks for reading again!!
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Psychopath ✔ (Undergoing EDITING)
Novela JuvenilI tilt my head, eyes glaring towards the woman " I'm not a psychopath if that's what you're asking , sweetheart" "So what is your say in murdering the innocent?"She questions " oh that? ,let's just say it relieves stress, kinda like a hobby" She qu...