The Chipenden Spook

Chapter 3: Worse by the Day

We didn't really say much after that. I knew that if I said anything more, it would come out wrong. I really didn't want to be rude. The reason of me saying that is because,well... I was being rude. And I felt bad for it. Hadn't she told me that she tried to save my life? And all I did was stand there, yelling on about her words. She was just trying to help with my confusion, and I should have thanked her for it.

Besides, she probably is frustrated at the thought of my memory loss. I could tell, because at that one point in our conversation, she actually looked a little worried. Of corse she'd been surprised and relieved through out it all, I could tell that just by looking at her. But worried... That surprised me, because she doesn't seem like one to worry. So why me? I desperately wanted to know who I was. I wanted to know where I was, why I was here, and what specific role did I played in being here. I wanted to know more, too. I wanted to know my background, the people that surround me. I wanted to find more out about the young girl. She hardly spoke to me and seemed at lost for words most of he time.

But, here I was. Confusion overwhelming me. I didn't remember anything. All I knew was my name. But I started to learn and know more things, as my time healing and resting grew. People would come to me each day and tell me a little something that they thought would jog my memory. Nothing. And I felt bad, because every time someone left, they had an expression of failure.

Basically Grimalkin was the one who visited me the most. She had to, she was the one who made sure I was healing properly. I felt the same though. I felt like my gash hadn't been improving, and it hadn't been getting worse. To tell the truth, I felt like the memory loss was worse than the pain. If I got my memory back, the physical pain would probably be worse because I would have remembered the experience of the scene. But right now, my mental illness had disturbed me more.

Like I said, I couldn't tell if I had been improving. Grimalkin would come in, look at the gash, maybe give me some sort of medicine to help, but she never said anything. As I soon came to learn, something was wrong. It was wrong before, but I was not improving.

You see, I had begun to notice my cut a little more. The scales were not growing. It looked as if they were shrinking. I had no idea that was possible, but thought nothing of it. Frankly, I didn't know that growing scales on a human body was possible! But it wasn't just the outside of my body that started to change. Soon I was sweating most of the day for no reason. I would wake up in the middle of the night and couldn't go back to sleep. I had barley been able to walk before, but now I couldn't walk at all. I was heading for the worst. And I knew, someone had to do something fast.

Grimalkin started to notice. She gave me herbs and more medicine, but to no use would it help. She looked in a panic as I got increasingly worse each day.

Truthfully I was in terrible pain. So bad that I ended up forgetting about the memory loss and put my hopes and focuses on getting better.

But one day, Grimalkin made a decision that helped me. Little did we know at the time, she had taken the first step to saving me from a second death.

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