𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
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𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓, a successful model, finds herself in a predicament when she's accused of killing her parents while visiting them on a vacation. The news spreads like...
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AS THE FIRST RAYS of dawn pierced the veil of night, I found myself reluctantly roused from a fitful slumber. Despite only managing a few hours of sleep, I was functional, albeit still shrouded in a cloak of fatigue. The tranquility of sleep had been elusive, my mind besieged by relentless flashbacks of the day's events, each memory resurfacing as a vivid nightmare that left me in a cold sweat.
My attention was drawn to the window, its pane still ajar from the night before. I moved to close it, the cool morning air a stark contrast to the sterile warmth of the hospital room. However, my actions were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door, the unexpected sound causing my body to jolt in surprise. "You may come inside," I called out, my voice still thick with sleep.
To my surprise, it was the nurse who entered, not the doctor. She avoided eye contact, her gaze focused solely on her task as she moved to close the window. "We don't keep windows open at night," she stated, her tone stern and authoritative. "Birds could get inside and shit on the floor." Her words, though practical, served as a stark reminder of the rigid rules and regulations that governed my current existence.
"Can you please go take a bath and get ready? Your clothes are on the left side of the bed," the nurse instructed, her words succinct and devoid of any unnecessary elaboration. With that, she turned on her heel and exited the room, the soft click of the door closing behind her echoing in the silence. I was left alone, her abrupt departure leaving me with a sense of confusion. Her demeanor seemed off, as if my presence had somehow unsettled her, causing her to retreat into a shell of professional detachment.
Shaking off the odd encounter, I decided to follow her instructions. The prospect of a warm shower was appealing, a small comfort amidst the chaos of my current predicament. As the warm water cascaded over me, washing away the remnants of the night's ordeal, I felt a semblance of normalcy return.
Once done, I moved on to the next task - brushing my teeth. The mundane activity, a part of my daily routine, felt strangely grounding, a tether to my old life. Dressed in my clothes from the night before, the sight of the blood stains served as a grim reminder of the events that had transpired. It was a stark contrast to the sterile environment of the hospital, a chilling testament to the reality of my situation.
Next, I attended to my hair, the strands slightly dry from the hospital's harsh water. Running my fingers through it, I tried to bring some semblance of order to the unruly mess. With my morning routine completed, I found myself back in the room I had occupied the night before. The room, once a symbol of my isolation, now felt oddly comforting. As I settled in to wait, the silence of the room enveloped me, its tranquility a stark contrast to the turmoil of my thoughts.
The door swung open with a soft creak, revealing the familiar figure of the doctor. "Hello, doctor!" I greeted him, a warm smile spreading across my face. Yet, he offered no response, his silence hanging in the air like an ominous cloud. It was then that I noticed the two police officers from the previous day trailing behind him, their stern expressions a stark contrast to the doctor's impassive demeanor.
