SCREAM

A Target on your Back

"It's time for your medication Peyton." The nurse said, dumping a couple pills into the cap of the pill bottle.
"I don't need medication. What I need is a bus out of this fucking town." She rolled over towards the window. The nurse huffed and set the pills on the counter.
"I know it sucks what you're going through, but they're going to find this person and lock them up, I promise you." She told Peyton. Peyton sat up. She stood and walked to the window. "The most they could've done is given me a good view, but instead, this giant ass building is in front of me. She looked across into the room on the other side. An older lady was eating what looked to be soup while she watched TV.
"I hope she makes it out of this damn place." Peyton sighed.
"She probably will. We have a very high success rate here." The nurse said. Peyton turned around.
"What was your name again?" She walked up to the nurse and gripped her name tag.
"Ah, nurse Terry. Well, let me tell you something, Miss Terry. I don't give two shits about your success rate. It's all sunsets and palm trees until it all goes.. what's the word I'm looking for? Sorry, I must've lost some memory since my guts nearly spilled out, which, by the way, I have been here for two weeks, and barely any progress has been made. You wanna keep your success rate up? Then do your fucking job and stop with the medication every 5 hours. I mean, is this your excuse for your lack of knowledge or something? I need to leave, and I don't care what I have to do to make that happen."
Nurse Terry gave Peyton a cold expression and grinned.
"Listen, I've been very delicate with you. Given your past and your-"
"You don't know a damn thing about my past." Peyton bursted.
"Hmph. I see what this is about. Well, as I was saying. Given your current situation and all, I've been quite patient. Now patience is something I'm not very good at keeping a grip of. If it weren't for me, you'd most likely be dead right now. Wounds like yours are often fatal and no one else wanted to deal with your sorry ass. So I am going to continue doing my job, and you're going to shut up and deal with it. I don't give zero fucks if your parents are dead or if you almost died. I don't make money for people like you to make my job worse. Now take the damn medication and I will be back later. Are we clear?"
Peyton stood in silence, fighting the tears.
"Get out." She said coldly.
"As you wish." Nurse Terry left, closing the door behind her.
Peyton looked at the pills left on the counter. She grabbed them and threw them across the room.

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Chris and Ally stood his room in silence.
"Okay, fine, I'm sorry for making you sound like the killer." He apologized. The clock read 7:03 PM and ticked every minute.
"Are you though? I mean, Jesus fuck Chris! We've been working on this together and you suspect me? What the fuck!" Ally said glaring at him. He didn't make eye contact.
"Okay, I invited you here so I could apologize, but if you won't let me then the door is that way."
Ally sighed and walked up to the thread board.
"We should talk to Jay. If you think he took the tapes, then he's who we need to talk with first." She advised. 
"No, if he really is the one who did it, then he's apart of something he doesn't want us to know about. He'll just lie and we won't get anything out of him." Chris declined.
"That's a fair point, but his two friends are either dead or mad at him, so how else are we supposed to figure it out." Ally countered. Chris shrugged and  sat there, juggling his thoughts around. 
"We haven't talked to Sam yet," Chris said. "she might have a clue or two."
"I mean sure, but isn't it obvious? I mean if Kai is dea-" Ally started before Chris cut her off.
"Kai went crazy before she died, it's possible she had the tapes. We should check her house." he said.
"Okay, yeah sure. Are her parents home?" Ally asked
"According to the work schedule, no." Ally squinted her eyes at Chris. 
"Okay, whatever, let's get going." 

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At the hospital, Peyton sat in her room, waiting for the clock to hit midnight. She walked to the window and stared below, at the roof that was the lobby of the hospital. It connected the two stories that the patients were held in. The older woman was asleep in her bed. She sat back on her bed. No noises. Only operating monitors. That was before the power was shut off. Peyton sat up and looked towards the door. She stood and walked to it. Her ear was pressed against the door, searching for noises. None were heard, so she opened her door.  It seemed the whole hospital was out of power. She walked down the hallway and came upon a stairwell. The longer she looked, the darker it was. The black shadows grew bigger. She took her time to walk down them. The floor below her was a mess. Papers were all over the ground. She looked on the wall and noticed blood smeared on it. She gasped as she stepped up on a deceased body. It looked like another patient. Something grabbed her arm from behind. She turned around ready to swing. It was just nurse Terry. 
"You need to go back to your room." she told Peyton.
"Are you crazy?! There's a dead person right there!" Peyton argued. Nurse Terry raised an eyebrow and looked past Peyton. Her eyes widened at the mess. 
"Okay listen, this is what we're going to do," Terry said. "Go to your room and I'm going to go find a working cell phone." 
"I'm not going up there, I'm leaving." Peyton said yanking her arm away from Terry. Terry rolled her eyes before getting pushed into a wall. Peyton walked up to Terry, but she was unconscious. The same figure that attacked her at her house was standing in front of her. Peyton sprinted for the stairs, but they grabbed her waist. Peyton kicked the air. The killer stood in front of the stairs, holding her up. Peyton put her feet against the desk and pushed them backwards. The killer lost balance and fell down, taking Peyton with them. Peyton stood and sprinted back up, running towards her room. They got up and followed her. She reached her door and looked behind her.  They stood in the hallway and began to sprint at the door. She closed it and locked it. She backed up, She wasn't sitting in front of the door this time. There were a couple bangs on the door and then there was silence. Peyton looked at the window behind her and backed up the more. She looked at the door. Suddenly, it was kicked down. Shit  she said to herself. She moved her bed in-between her and the killer. They kicked it, as she fell to the side and dodged it. The bed broke the window and fell out. She stood up and looked out the now broken window. She looked up and noticed the power lines in which the killer had cut. She looked back and without thinking, took a leap. She gripped onto the cord and swung. She had four options. Either hold on for as long as possible, go back and die, fall to her sudden death, or swing to the other window.  She started moving her body towards the window. She turned her head back  and watched the killer stand there. It looked like he wasn't leaving until he saw her dead. She had enough motion to swing into the window. When she was ready, she would let go as she collided with it. She counted. One. Two. Three. She let go and crashed into the older woman's window, waking her up. She laid on the floor, laughing, as the woman peered over her. 
"My name is Diana. Someone crashing through my window wasn't on my bucket list tonight." Diana chuckled. She started coughing. "My machine is off because of the power. I need it on. Now, I need it on!" She coughed more. Peyton stood up and put Diana's arm around her shoulder, with her Nasal Cannula in the other hand.
"We need to go." Peyton said. They walked out of the hospital and found a random truck. Peyton put Diana in the passenger seat and her Nasal Cannula in the bed of the truck. Peyton drove them to the nearest gas station and helped Diana out. They managed to plug in her machine and get her oxygen. They called the police and received medical care.
"Say, you're the same girl who was attacked at her home aren't ya?" A police officer asked Peyton. 
"Yeah, that's me, I must be famous." she said.
"Yeah, same person too. You must have a target on your back. Say, it takes courage to do what you did back there." 
Peyton sighed and stared at the scene. A stretcher passed her, carrying Terry on it.

"Is she okay?" Peyton asked the doctor. 
"She's going to be just fine." He replied. 

She smiled. She might have a target on her back, but her luck is covering it.