Anything for Love

Needed for Death.

 My eyes are in a blurr, slowly trying to blink to make my vision more clear. Bright lights shine at my eyes blinding me. Just as my eyes adjust to the light, I notice that I am laying down in a bed in a white room. The thought of what happened before is vague in my mind, it just didn't seem any memory was right. Suddenly, the noise of the door opened, trying to lift my head to see, but a pulsing headache began and my muscles too weak to move. The noise of footsteps become louder, coming closer to the bed, yet I barely seeing the silhlouette of someone coming behind a curtain.

   A glimpse of a head came from behind the curtain, I quickly close my eyes, noticing it is my dad. He wears his police officer uniform, he stands tall yet with a frown and sad eyes. I wasn't ready to talk with him, having awkward conversation situations that I can't explain to him. Risking the chance of him asking all these questions that I can't possibly answer without him be more curious about my life. I lightly squint allowing me to see him but also have the appeal of me sleeping. 

His voice cracks as tear develop in his green eyes, "What happened to you, hurting yourself like this?" Tears dripping down his cheeks as I didn't give a response to him.

   His sweaty hands held my hands with a tight grip, shaking nervously. He moves his hands toward  my cheeks, his rough finger tips touching my frigid face, he kisses my forehead. After, he stands up, slowly walking away, the silhouette vanishes behind the curtain. The sound of the door closes, opening my eyes once again. Trying to use all my strength to pull my body out of my bed, my feet meets the cold floor as cold traveled through my body. I take steps to the window on the right of my bed, my muscles tension up the more I move. I glare down through the window, seeing my dad going into his police car. Suddenly, he looks up towards me, instantly I hide in the curtains, breathing heavily. I peer through the curtains with my eye closet to the window, he has am astonished face, glaring confusingly, yet after, he got in his car and started to drive out of my view.

   The thought of Ashlee grew within my mind, thinking of her made me want to to kill her. Thinking deeper about how would I kill her, drown her? stab her? I may need to get some deadly chemicals to make a clean kill, or I would be risking leaving any fingerprints of skin cells on her body if it became physical. 

   I walk towards the door, looking throught the narrow window to search for anyone coming. It's clear. Slowly turning the door knob, a creaking sound came from the door as I open it. I step into the hallway, hearing only the hum of the flouresent lighting. I walking agaisnt the white wall, constantly checking the hall for anyone coming. The tension of my muscle relax, allowing to make quicker steps. At the end of the hallway, I read the sign " Supply Room" stepping towards the door sleathy like, cautiously peering around me. Mumbles of voices came in the hall, growing louder and louder. People suddenly came to vision heading towards me turning into the corner where the supply room was. Just before they turned, I surreptiously open the door, closing the door behind, my back agaisnt the hard door knob. I start to breathe heavily, my heart racing from the panic of whether they saw me or not. Through the rectangular window on the door, I see them pass by into the next sets of hallways ahead. I sigh with relief, the heart rate slowing down as I switch on the lights to find supplies. Rows and rows of shelves contains hundreds of drugs, catagorized by alphabetical order.

   I did through my mind of what I learned through chemistry, for I remember the time we learned about what some drugs can affect human beings. So many come to mind yet it wasn't deadly to human beings. As one drug came to mind, one of the deadliest to kill someone and I have it in the grasp of my hands. I need the cold bottle of "Scopolamine" (Devil's Breath) in the my possession. The drug can wipe your memory and even kill someone and I must have it. I search in the row of drugs in the row of  drugs that started with a "S". Finally, I had it, I tightly keep hold of the bottle in my hand, my nervous hands came sweaty. I slowly open the door, I stuck out my head, rotating my eyes to see if it was clear. All clear, I ran as fast as my body allowed me as I reached the front of my room. I walked towards my bed, taking the bottle and hiding it in my pillow. I lay onto my frigid bed, balls of sweat was all over me from how nervous I was but it will be worth the effort soon enough. I lay still, not moving as I eyes shut, drifting to sleep once again.

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