Anything for Love

The Talk.

   I been staying at the hospital for two days, no visitors came, only nurses and doctors came to check on me. Without them, I only can hear the silence of room and I see the sunset every time at seven. I lay onto my pillow, I can feel the lump of the bottle in the pillow.

   Without a doubt, I start to think about the revenge of death to Ashlee would occur. I just couldn't kill her instantly when I came out from the hospital, it may leave a big suspicion on my back because of the drug I would use on her. The perfect timing is the key for the death, I can't jeopardize people thinking she suicide when she was dating one of the hottest guy in school, as it may grow confusion and curiosity. I need to strike her when she is vulnerable, when she is weaken by emotions. And it must not create such a volatile scene about how she dies. 

  The only way to weaken her is to get close to her, and at the same time, I break emotionally bit by bit until she is weak enough. If I kill her when she is so happy, it may even sadden Shawn from this loss, so it must work. It has to work or I have failed my mission, losing Shawn to that whore, I'd feel disgusted to lose to that bitch.

   Few hours pass, suddenly, my dad came to the room holding some clothes in his arms. Our eyes meet, his grin grew, walking faster towards me. He lays the clothes on the bed, quickly his arms wrap around me, growing tighter and tighter. It was hard to breathe but I haven't seen for so long, we haven't had any physical contact since mom died. I use the strength I have to hug him back.

" I've missed you, I felt really lonely without you," in a hush voice. " I  was so worried. I thought I would lose you." Tears build up after releasing me from the hug. He could tell he was trying to hold it back, he didn't to make too emotional for me.

" I am alright dad, no need to worry about me," even though I didn't know what happened to me, bring me to the hospital. It is all blank sheet of paper in my head about what had happened.

   After, a doctor walks through the door towards me and my dad, he holds a clip board in his hands. " I can inform you that Penelope will be fine, only seven stitches on the back of her head," the doctor said, staring at my dad. " And Penelope, next time be more careful not to do anything dangerous. You don't want to come back, do you Penelope?"

   Instantly I replied, " Of course not, why would I." The doctor didn't look at me, he was looking down at his clipboard looking concerned. " Mr. Hill, may I talk with you in private?" he asked. My dad nod to confirming to the doctor. With the approval, they walk behind the curtain. Whispers travel from behind the curtain splitting me from them, only seeing their silhouette of their bodies. I couldn't make out what the doctor was saying, yet at moments I could catch a word or two but it didn't help. Their silhouette moved from behind the curtain becoming visible.

  " Penelope, you are able to leave today," he told me with a concern voice. It didn't know any reason why the doctor would be concern so I ignore it. After, a nurse barges into the room; walking with a quick pace and red heels. As she came closer, my dad's chocolate brown eyes glares at the nurses movements. I look at him with a curious look, trying to understand the reason. Trying to figure it out, but I get distracted at the nurse taking tubes with needles out and other gadgets I don't know. I get out of bed, my legs give a weird tingling feeling (must be from not moving for two days), I slowly walk as my legs feel weak. I walk towards dad to get my clothes and walk into the washroom in behind the curtain. 

  In the washroom, the yellow lighting pulses at my eyes, adjusting my vision. I close the door behind me, locking it. As I wash my face, the thought of the drug is still in the pillow. I burst the door open and run to the pillow gripping it. Everyone heads turn at me with a surprising glare, confuse at the way I am acting. I step back, turn around and start running back to the washroom. Beads of sweat form on my forehead and neck. I breathe quickly and my heart rate is up. Within moments, I anxiously put my hand in the pillow searching everywhere. Suddenly, I feel the cold bottle against my fingers and pull it out.