Chapter 3

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“Hi bitch.”  Tracy said. Then she took the knife in her hand and stabbed Molly. After that she shoved Molly into the wall across from the door and wrapped her hands around her neck. Tracy was going to kill Molly.

          Molly was shocked. She hadn’t expected it and she didn’t know what to do. So she did the only thing she could, she punched Tracy. As Tracy bent backwards Molly tried to get away but a hand grabbed onto her hair. It pulled her up so she was stuck against the wall. Tracy then punched her again and again. Molly could tell her face was bleeding. So she grabbed the knife from Tracy’s pocket. She stabbed her with it on the left shoulder. Tracy fell backwards in shock. Molly got up and ran out of the house. She saw Danny and…Josh? They froze when they saw her.

          Molly looked down to see the blood spreading on her shirt. Tracy had stabbed her.

          “Oh shit. Help…” Molly spoke weakly before she collapsed.

          Danny and Josh ran as fast as they could to Molly. Danny picked her up bridal style and brought her into the back of the car. He took off his shirt and used it to apply pressure to the wound.

          “Josh, what the fuck happened? Was that, was it Tracy?” Danny asked.

          “It can’t be… I didn’t let her near the files when she came for her session.  How the fuck can she know where they live?” Josh was speeding, and freaking out wasn’t really helping. So he just drove.  

          They arrived at the hospital in less than ten minutes and luckily a nurse was outside on her break. She saw them and ran into the lobby to get help. Personal came running out with the stretcher thing and put Molly on. Danny went with them and Josh ran to fill out paperwork. He called the police and then remembered Molly’s dad. He dialed Chris’s number.

          “Hello? Josh? What do you need?” Chris asked.

          “Chris you have to get to the hospital, Molly was attacked. I filled out her paperwork already so they can get her into surgery. Don’t go home. Come straight here.” Josh replied and then hung up.

          Chris panicked. Molly was attacked? That had happened before…but who would attack her here? He sped to the hospital and found Josh in the lobby. He parked and waited. They were silent.

          Molly looked around. She had an oxygen mask on her face; she looked all around and saw faces she didn’t recognize. Then there was Danny. She knew Danny, why was he here though? Where was her dad? She tried to call out but one of the nurses stopped her.

          “Molly we need you to be quiet, we have to perform surgery. Please just relax.” With that Molly started to go under.

          “I’m sorry sir but you have to leave, you can’t be here for the surgery. Please return to the lobby and we will keep you updated.” One of the nurses or surgeons said…he wasn’t sure. He listened though. As Danny entered the lobby he found Josh and Chris sitting in silence.

          “She’s about to go into surgery, but they think she should be fine.” Danny reassured as best he could. He saw some relief wash over their faces. Then as he sat down he saw a receptionist walk over with a shirt. Danny looked down, forgetting he had used his shirt to stop Molly’s bleeding.

          “Here, I hope your friend is alright.” She said and handed him the shirt. Then she returned to her post. Danny put on the shirt and leaned back in the chair. It was going to be a long wait.

          Molly dreamed in the dark. She came in at a young age, maybe seven. She had been stabbed, multiple times all over her small body. With her were two small bodies…Robby and Ellie. But they were dead. Molly saw herself again this time she was cleaning up a mess in her house. She buried her cat. Had she done this? Then next she saw her mother as she stabbed her and bashed her head against the table edge. It had been her mother… Molly wanted to scream but she couldn’t. She couldn’t move but she kept trying and finally she screamed and opened her eyes to find the hospital.

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