“But the examination hasn’t finished; in fact, we haven’t even started!”
“Yes, I know. But it’s his orders. I had no liability to question what he says”
There was a sigh from the first man. Where was I? In seemed like things continued to start the same way; I wake up, I hear voices, and I ache all over. How many times would I have to go through this before it finally ended? It was getting really frustrating.
I felt myself moving, rolling down a hallway. I peeked open through one eye cautiously, to make sure there wasn’t anything too bad such as a flood like before. Instead, I found myself staring up at a white ceiling. Where was I? A hospital maybe? Oh, please don’t let me be back in that terrible Asylum For Young Crazies, I think I’d die.
Though last time I checked, the asylum wasn’t run under a man, some old lady had started the asylum and had run the place ever since. I had never seen her before, so she may have just been mistaken for an ugly guy of some sort. Maybe it had just been an error of speech or a joke between the workers?
I bit my lip, knowing in the pit of my stomach that the idea was obviously wrong. I opened my other eye and looked as far to the side as I could without turning my head. The walls were almost like a hospitals, except that there was red splatters covering them. I gasped softly, hoping that whoever was pushing me did not hear my slip. What was it? Blood? No, the colors was too vibrant, blood was a darker color. If not, then what?
“I’ll take her from here”
I felt myself being helped up. The person had their hands behind my back and was pushing me up and trying to get me off of the hospital bed that I was lying in.
I looked over and saw a man with shaggy, gray colored hair, and a cloak that swept around him. I gasped again, kicking the patient bed by accident with the heel of my foot and whacking the man who had been pushing it. We both yelped in pain.
It was Gus the Reaper, his cloak hood down. Not only was I surprised that he was here, but this had been the first ever time that I had witnessed his face. He had sharp, edged teeth like daggers, and deep gray eyes that were so dull, yet they jumped with something, and he had long, shaggy gray hair that reached about his knees.
“Oh, my dear Holly, how good it is to see you again” Gus said, smirking.
“Wish I could say the same” I said, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring. My stomach was in knots over this whole turn of events. It was killing me, and I just wanted this strange nightmare to end and become some strange dream.
Gus laughed, exposing a good view of his sharply pointed teeth. “Ah, Holly, you always were funny” he said casually, as if he hadn’t really ever sent me to an asylum or killed me. “Though last time that we had met up you hadn’t been much up for joking. Though I guess the Asylum For Young Crazies can do that to you, right?”
I gritted my teeth. I hated how he had made me crazy, I hated how he made me scared to go to sleep every night, I hated how he had killed me, and I really hated how he could so easily bring up my death in the conversation.
