The Girl that Could not Escape - UNEDITED

Chapter Nine

The ambience stop; I hear people speaking. 'You tell her, 'No, you tell her'' They slowly raised their voices until I coughed. They sprung open the back door, and the paramedic entered the ambience. 'Are you okay? How you are feeling, you fainted.' My head was still banging, but I did not tell them. We are here. Where is here? What am I doing here? I could see that the paramedics felt sorry for me but did not want to say where here. I then remembered the morgue.

As the paramedics were getting me off the ambience on the bed. I had a gut feeling that I needed to run away from them, taking me into the morgue at once, but I remember I could not walk. My adrenaline was high; my legs were shaking. I rested my head on the bed I was on, looking up at the white ceiling as I went down a corridor. An oxygen mask was on my face, but I took it off and got off the bed without thinking. I ran through the hospital, trying to find an exit. I could sense that someone was following me. They were getting closer. I wonder if Sofia is behind me. I cannot believe this hospital is trying to position me and make me out to be paralysed, but I am not. The police think I have killed someone, and there is a murder investigation.

However, I need to find an exit from this hospital because I will be like Hollie, my friend who died when she was in this hospital. I need to hurry up because I don't know how long I have until they release that I have gone missing. There were lots of doors down the corridor, but they were locked. I tried every entry, but I couldn't get them to open. Every door was numbered, and one door said '11022003" I recognised the code. The door seemed to be open, but I was not sure to open it.

I looked around to see if anyone was coming down the corridor. An older woman was cleaning the floor and still works in the hospital. She is called Barbara, and people call her Barbara the wind moper. She smiled at me, and I smiled back as she passed. I took a big breath, put my hand on the door handle and turned it.

When I entered, the door squeaked, and I remembered I was here for one job, to solve the mystery of what had happened to my peaceful childhood. One doctor escorted me to this small dim, light room, which wasn't anything special. A little sofa in the corner, and a box of tissues sat on the table. I wanted to hold back the tears. I feel something creeping up on me. Has Sofia entered the room?

When the door inched open, small middle-aged guys covered in white with blue aprons entered and introduced themselves as Mark. He tried to explain why I was here, but all I could think about was that night, trying to remember every little detail I could. What makeup she had on. What was her hair like? I could only see this dark figure; I could not see the face, just.

the body. It was time. Mark double-checked my ID and led me down this narrow corridor; it seemed to last forever and got smaller with each step I took. Finally, I was let into this room with nothing else besides a table and light above it. It felt like a horror movie scene. I felt all the blood drain from me as he pulled out this black body bag. Could I cope with seeing her again? I lost my breath we I heard the unzipping of the bag.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

Detective Fiona: So, let me get this straight you thought you were locked in the ambulance and then dropped off at the morgue at the Henshaw hospital?

Misha: Yes, everything that I am saying did happen.

Detective Fiona: Your statement does not make sense, Misha, but what happened next?

I nodded, staring into space, uneasy about seeing a corpse. I felt like many people crowded me, but there wasn't anyone else in the room, only Mark and me. Mark slowly pulled the curtain to reveal the body to me. I have never seen a dead body once, but now I must see Sofia's. My breath caught in my throat as I tried not to heave at the sight of looking at her. The stench of blood and vomit evaded my senses. I turned around to glimpse the body, their eyes were still open, and she was stone cold. There was dry blood on her scalp from falling off the car onto the ground. Her face has scars and gashes. She looks nothing like Sofia McKeegan.

It is not her. The undertakers must have made a mistake. I am right. She is not dead. Sofia is still alive; I know she is but who is the girl dead? That is my main question.

Who is this girl?

Her eyes were staring at me. Her piercing blue eyes. She had blonde, brownish hair. Looked identical to Sofia. But who is that? Who is she? I thought to myself. Is this a joke? Then her face changed into mine. That is not me. I recognised the girl; it was my best friend, Hollie. I shake my head in disbelief as tears roll down my face. I was shaking my head. What have they done to you? No, it cannot be Hollie. This cannot be happening.

If it was Hollie's body that I found, where's Sofia? No, because if she were alive, she would be after me. The thought of it makes me feel sick again as tears and water runs down my face. I look up in the mirror at myself, and something makes me think and pause. Could Sofia fake her death? Did she kill Hollie instead? My reflection stares back, and I shake my head.

There was a knock on the door.

"One minute ", I call out, hoping it is not Sofia behind the door. I tell Hollie I will find out who did this,' and Sofia is not getting away with it. I wipe the tears away from my face. I need to get out of here; I feel sick. I looked away from the body and ran to find a bathroom. I was utterly shocked that the girl lying there was my best friend, Hollie.

I quickly found a bathroom, ran into it, and was sick. I take a deep breath, walk to the sink, and run the tap to wash my face and hands. Now I cannot stop thinking about Sofia being alive, and she haunts me everywhere I go.

If it was Hollie's body that I found, where's Sofia? No, because if she were alive, she would be after me. The thought of it makes me feel sick again as tears and water runs down my face. I look up in the mirror at myself, and something makes me think and pause. Could Sofia fake her death? Did she kill Hollie instead? My reflection stares back, and I shake my head.

"There was a knock on the bathroom door. Is someone stalking me? I turned the sink tap off and wiped my direct towel. It was stained with blood, but I ignored it. Looking back in the mirror, I had scars and bruises, which were black and blue from the accident, and they still hadn't healed. I prepare to go back into that room and face the undertakers. I open the door and walk into the corridor.

"Are you okay? Miss Parkes," the undertaker says as he walks towards me. He could tell I had been crying, opening the door for me. I walk into the room, I do not want to have the conversation, but I will have to tell them the truth. "Can you tell me the Identity of the girl you saw in that room," the undertaker said. I took a deep breath and replied, "I can name the girl who has died, and it is not Sofia McKeegan. It is Hollie McKeegan.