Flawed

I heard footsteps thumping down the hall. I also heard a teenager screaming. I didn’t even have to listen closer to know she was being wheeled in alone except for the frantic medics rushing her through the hallway.

I wanted to lie back down, but I just couldn’t. I couldn’t go back to sleep with paramedics and screaming rushing through the hallway. It tore at all my sanity, making me want to curl up, but promoting the opposite.

It was hard to stand up in the near-darkness, but I did. I parked my elbows over the crutches and stood. The floor was cold on my foot, and it shocked something into my veins. I curled my toes against the cool ground, my teeth suddenly chattering.

The wailing of the teenager was in my ears louder now that I stood up. I moved quickly…well, as quickly as I could when I was trying to be sneaky and quiet in crutches. I peered through my ward door. The stretcher was ‘parked’ in front of the counter. The receptionist looked worried, and it almost mismatched the overly-frantic scenario. The main doctor was talking animatedly to someone and barking orders. I couldn’t see who it was in the stretcher, but I could see a body moving; writhing in agony. The whole scene chilled my bones. I stood, my hands firmly planted on my crutches, watching in the shadows.

The doctor nodded and said something loudly, conclusive. It all sounded like babble to me, meaning nothing to my numbed senses.

“Ward E is full, we need Ward I now. Foundation? Unspecified. Undoubtedly internal, no… not cardiac… nor chronic, though almost definitely terminal. She’ll be station- oh, Ward I, come on!”

The stretcher bed swerved, making another pained scream erupt from it.

And I saw her face.

- Chapter Three; an extract.

      Willow Maye is in bad position.

Her mother is treating her like a convict, she's been kicked out from her school, and then she gets herself landed in hospital.

From then, her life curls up in a ball and tumbles down a hill. Upon the first sight of a howling girl and the meeting of the watery-blue-eyed and hallucinating Bailey Drew, things start to slowly unfold: things she might've preferred to have stayed folded. Seduced by the radiantly impossible idea of disappearing to an arts school hours away from Adelaide, Willow is whisked away in a consented kidnap by the auburn-haired Dr Janet, where she is introduced to things she would've never thought or dreamed possible... murders, disappearances, a manic killer, and the girl was perfect. The exact girl she saw screaming in a stretcher, presumably dead by now.

Make room for this haunting drama and let yourself go to Willow's conquest to figure out what is up with the eerie amber-eyed flawless girl, and why all the murders appear to be linked to her..