Dead Phones Shouldn't Reply

Chapter 10 // Horror

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Chapter 10
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Your hands may be gentle,
your eyes may be kind,
but lurking beneath that smile,
is a sick twisted mind.
what made you this way?
what shattered your soul?
what chipped you away,
made you part of no whole?

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My gaze was set on the note-- and a rather freaked out look at that. I kept re-reading each sentence over and over, hoping I was missing something. My heart rate seemed to pickup greatly, because the machine besides me kept beeping rapidly.

I was at a loss for words.

He had taken Kara's head? Her actual head? Like, the one on top of her body? I could feel tears roll down my face, as I finally accepted it.

Kara was dead.

Wasn't it only a few days ago, she was doing my hair in the bathroom? Wasn't it only a few hours ago, we were at the festival? Wasn't it only yesterday, she was alive? The guilt was practically burning through my skull. I had treated Kara awfully, and It was way to late to ask for forgiveness.

And where was my dad in all of this? He kept disappearing when this pitiful family needed him the most.

"Your Dad was in Rio, he should be arriving tomorrow," Dominic answered on key, sighing. I nodded in reply. At least he would be there for Jamie.

Oh poor Jamie. She would grow up with no mother... Kind of like me. What would happen to Jamie? Surely Dad would have to work, so who would be able to care for her? I was her step-sister, not her mother.

The thought of Jamie growing up without her mother, crushed me. She needed a figure to follow. She couldn't grow up following me, it would ruin her.

Reality had just slapped me in the face. Rather hard.

The door was slammed open, and in came a furious Monica. She glared at Dominic holding me, and stomped towards me. "Get out, now!" She demanded in Dominic's direction.

"Why?" Dominic snapped, "I was here first!" He sounded like a five year old, but I was to busy wiping away tears to care. I could sense the tenseness in the air as Monica clenched her fists.

"Oh please! This is obviously your fault! Don't you think it's a little coincidental that right after you met Julia, Kara dies?"

I looked over at Dominic. No, he didn't have a single thing to do with this. Any of it. He was to innocent to hurt someone like Kara.

Wasn't he?

"Dominic, can Monica and I have a minute?" I mumbled out, looking back at Monica. He let out a sigh, and trudged out the door. The moment it closed behind him, Monica's arms were wrapped around me. She burst out crying and sat on the bed.

"I'm so sorry," she mumbled out. "I've been a complete asshole to you, we both have secrets that are to important to share, I'm sorry," she repeated. I let out a steady laugh, staring at my best friend. It felt so nice knowing I had her no matter what.

"What happened?" She asked, trying to compose herself.

"I went to the festival with Kara, Dominic, and Jamie. Jamie and Kara left early, and when we got home.. We found--"

'Ok!" Monica screeched, cutting me off. "I don't need any detail of what you saw."

What I had said, wasn't a complete lie, but it also wasn't the complete truth. I had left out the note that was found in my pocket, and how Dominic was hyperventilating over it. She didn't need to know any of that though. It wasn't important.

"How long are you in here?" Monica asked, frowning down at my light green hospital gown. A sudden chill, raced down my spine, making me realize how cold I actually was in that dress. I looked down at my arm, and saw a blue, paper wrist band. My eyes read over the lettering.

Patient : 100345
Duration Time: 48 hours
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I assumed all the random numbers and letters were some sort of file, and 'Duration Time', was how long I was staying. There was more information about the hospital under that, but my vision was still blurry, and I decided squinting was to much effort.

"Here it says 48 hours," I informed Monica, looking back up at her. She nodded. "How long have I been in here?"

"Well, since I just heard about it, probably less than 24 hours."

"What's that?" She asked. I gave her a funny look, and followed her gaze down to my hand. It was still holding the letter from who I assumed, Myles. "Is that blood?" I bit my lip, and clutched down on the letter and shook my head.

"N-no, it's a stamp. Just a letter from the doctor," I lied. Monica looked at me strangely for a moment, but seemed content with my answer.

"Ok, well, I'm glad you're ok. I'll come visit you in a couple hours, I've got some things to do." Nodding, she walked towards the door, pushing it open and walking out. I sighed. Lying to my best-friend, was murdering me. It really was.

So, I sat there and stared at my IV. At that moment, I didn't care that they had stuck an irritating needle, into my arm. At that moment, I didn't mind that I was shivering in the slightest breeze. I didn't.

All I knew, was that I had to figure all of this out. It was tearing me apart. Fast.

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This is a really short chapter.. I'll have to make the next one extra long.

I'm sorry, an unexpected birthday party and soccer tournament turned up. I tried my best >.<. From now on, I honestly think I'm going to have to give you an 'estimate', of when I'll update next, because this one day thing, isn't working.

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