Is This Safe?

Chapter 1

~Four months previously ~

Beeps were only heard.

I was at the hospital with Ann. My friends were, well--I didn't know where they were. Somewhere in the hospital, I presume. They might be getting checked out for wounds and such--or mental wounds. I knew they both were going to take it hard mental wise, as Ann was going to take it physically hard.
Me on the other hand, I could care less about. The nurses and doctors knew to stay away from me because well--let's just say I wasn't being really friendly. They would flash their ridiculous lights in my face and check my arms for cuts and bruises while my friends were in worse shape than me.

I wouldn't have it.

They could drag me down the slick hallway of this hospital, but they couldn't separate me from this room. I wasn't supposed to be in here anyway. I was supposed to be getting cleaned up, but I couldn't just leave Ann since no nurse had checked on her recently.

Don't they care?

I got so mad about that earlier that I threw the box of tissues, sitting lazily on the small white table next to the bed at the wall.

After my anger had subsided, I just sat down in the lone seat of that room and began to cry. The tears were an unending flow as I soon regretted throwing those tissues. I needed them.
Wiping the tears on the sleeves of my filthy jacket, I soon had no dry spot to wipe. I just let the tears fall wherever they landed without a care in the world.

"I'm so sorry, Ann."
I whimpered in between taking a deep breath.
"You didn't deserve this." I sniffed as my voice grew shaky.
"You didn't deserve any of this."

Slumping down, I had propped my head up with my left hand while my right hand held Ann's cold one. I've been in this position for at least two hours I'd say, but it seemed like an eternity. Time on the clock that was on the pale right wall ticked by slowly. Every time I glanced at it, only a minute or so had passed.

I hated waiting! What was I waiting for anyway?

Someone had to come and check on Ann soon. Someone had to come get me also. Again, I wasn't supposed to be here. Well, as long as no one knows I'm here, I'm staying here until Ann wakes up or someone decides to drag me out of here.

My eyes drifted to Ann's appearance as she lay motionless on the hospital bed. Her heart beat remained constant but slow, but it was enough not to have me worried. Her skin was extremely pale since she lost a lot of blood because of the wound on her leg. The doctors managed to stop the bleeding in time before they had to take extreme measures to stop the bleeding. I'm glad it didn't have to come to that. I even offered to transport some of my blood, but I wasn't sure if we had the same blood type. The doctors wouldn't let me anyway since I was too weak to even manage the process. They said I would pass out and maybe go into coma. That made me really mad, but they stopped the bleeding in time before we could even go into that. The doctors also asked me what had caused the wound and I told them a knife. No ordinary knife though; this knife was different.

It was Mary's.

I could still remember her. I remember her small figure hunched over with a sharp knife in her tiny hands. Her dark hair was put in messy braids and her eyes were so dark they were almost black. She wore a crimson dress and black little shoes that covered her tiny feet. Her arms and legs were skinny and pale as the moon. When she looked up at you, her cheeks were sunken in, and her dry red lips would always form into that sickening smirk. And she would always talk to you in that sweet, innocent high-pitched voice.