Soul Trap

Chapter Six: Unwell

7:11pm Saturday, July 9th

Scarlett wasn't at home. She was sleeping somewheres different. Where was she?

Scarlett was afraid of what she'd see if she opened her eyes, so she used her other senses instead.

The bed she was in was comfy, but foreign. It didn't shape her body the same way her bed did.

She heard the clicking of heels, and hurried voices rushing past her a few feet away.

The room smelled clean but also reeked of sickness.

The air made her mouth dry and her lips chapped.

The realization dawned on her and her eyes finally snapped open.

A hospital.

An IV hung from her arm, and it stung a bit when she moved. There were other bruises around where the IV was inserted. They must have had a hard time hitting her vein.

The walls and ceiling were covered with flowers and trucks, and another empty bed lay beside her own.

Pulling back the covers to show herself, she was wearing one of those gross and uncomfortable hospital robes that itched a lot.

Wait, she stopped herself, why am I here?

As if strangely on cue, a doctor walked in.

"Ahh, Miss Scarlett!" The Doctor was a middle-aged man with a smile glued to his face. "Time for your checkup."

He suddenly advanced on her quickly with a syringe in his hand. She got up but he pinned her back down immediately and plunged the syringe into her throat.

She tried to cry out in agony, but no sound came out of her gaping mouth. She watched in fear as the feeling left her body, and the doctor continued to stick syringes into her in different places. They were in her arms and legs, and around each, was a softly flowing pool of blood, that slowly grew. The doctor took one more out of his pocket and aimed it at her lower stomach .

As quickly as the syringe came down, Scarlett was awake. She was sweating and panting immensely. There were nurses all around her, calling her name. Her mother simply sat by her bed with a worried look. She was grasping her hand extremely hard. Realizing she was hurting her mother, she stopped.

That's when the nurses escorted her out, and Scarlett lost consciousness once again.

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4:05pm Monday, July 11th

Scarlett was sent home with a bottle of medication in her hand to help her 'seizures'. She knew that's not what was wrong.

She had 3 days left, she was painfully reminded of this by the marks carved into her skin saying so.

The purple stone had somehow made its way into her pocket once again.

Scarlett buried her face in her hands and sobbed silently. She knew she couldn't take much more of this.

***
6:38pm

"Mom, I'm going out!" And without waiting for a response, she was out the door. She badly needed to get her mind off of things.

She headed for the neighbourhood bar and slipped the bouncer $20. Once she was in, she bought two drinks and waited.

***
6:56pm

Andrew was an attractive man in his early twenties. He had short-ish brown hair that was spiked up in the front. His eyes were a soft brown and he had a stubble. He wore a short sleeved navy blue dress shirt and light blue jeans.