Short Stories

Nine

Nurses plugged I.V's into my arm, and I didn't wince from the pain. I've experienced most pains unimaginable to the common human.
I sleepily lolled my head back and forth along the stretcher's head board, and dazed in and out of sleep.

I remember to suddenly start to cry. Over and over again hot tears flooded my pores as they ran overtop my cheeks, riding their way to my chest. It was the feeling I felt inside my flesh. I felt a warmth of security, that I'd never think I'd have again.

It was an overwhelming feeling of joy and safety. The stretcher was rolled through doors and people rushed to my sides, yelling orders at people less than them.
My head bounced along with the ride, making the migraine I had, incidentally worse.

After my eyes closing once again from pure exhaustion, tested my eyes first before opening them once again.

Wait, I can't open my eyelids. I began to panic right there, thinking I wasn't out of my nightmare. That this hell I was in, was eternal, and I just got knocked out, and having a wonderful dream.

I slowly lifted my arm to my face, but just before the skin of my cheek, a resistance of an I.V pulled my arm and I winced in pain.

Wait, I feel pain again? I pulled again to make sure, and I winced again from the sting.

I took my other arm into control and lifted it to my eyes. They were crusty. I picked the substance off piece by piece, flicking it onto the moderately scratchy hospital sheets, my eyes still blinded from the world.

Eventually I opened my eyes and saw nothing. No flowers, no balloons, no people, nothing but the air that took up the majority of the room. After all, there is no such thing as nothing.

Sleep filled my days' schedules as nobody but doctors and nurses came in, saying almost nothing but how well I'm doing considering my situation.
The T.v was glitchy and I could barely watch gossip girl without one of their faces being foggy or glitched.

Eventually the nurses asked me if I'd like some visitors.

"I'll allow two at a time," I said nonchalantly.
One news reporter and one magazine reporter entered at the same time.
They started at my bedside, pestering my with questions, begging me for answers while shoving their tape recorders in my face.

"Lucy Hallo! Do you have any background details about your abduction?"

"Is there anything you'd like to share about your experience. Any advice?"

"Do you have a tragic love situation where your man is trying desperately to know where you are?"

"Are you able to take over the company yet? What are your plans for the company's future?"
I answered all these questions with a hint of irritation in my voice.
I should tell the nurse two for today is enough.

So as the nurses shoo the nosy reporters out of my business, I decided I'd like to see what's going on.
I turn the channel to the local news, and watch for a while. I hear about civil wars raging , and all the sad events that have occurred.

I sigh as I pet the covers beneath my touch.

My mothers name comes from one of the reporters mouths, and as they verbalized the event, my pace quickens.
I faint easily from the lightheaded-ness and go into shock from the news. I drift steadily as my heart beat flatlines after suddenly taking launch, beating rapidly, the nurses rush to my side.

My mother, Adria Hallo, died from a heart attack in the hospital after myself being gone for fourteen days and no sign of return.
She's dead.

She's dead.

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White. So much white everywhere.
So much.

I am sitting here. Curled up in the corner. The white, white, white corner. No colour.
I close my eyes to try to get away. I huddle my knees to my chest as I shiver.

I know I am slowly going nuts. But there's nothing I can do to stop it, I have no power here.

My eyelids drift overtop my seeing orbs, and I sway into a dream filled with colour. My wonder took off from earth to Jupiter, jumping on the orange rigs that shrink until they fit my fingers.
I am the top of the universe, I am in control. I choose what happens to people and what the future may hold.

I taste the secrets mankind will never know. The meaning of life and desire to understand multiple logics and sciences lies within the mind of my own, never diverging the rights of the people.

I choose their rights.

My dreams carry wonders of foreseen technologies, for my thoughts are placed in the future of the generation after my own. I am long gone and my ghost appears darkened nearby a silhouette of my wife, Adria, and daughter, Lucy.

I touch their faces with are listed with bruises from their abusing step father, that I have left them to.

Abis?

In a blast to the past, I remember, Abis is the man who used to come by every evening since our wedding to beg Adria to come back to him. I sighed in relief when Adria had turned him down with a rough claw.

He swore revenge and plotted against our company that was growing over the northern continent. We won his company over several times before he eventually gave up. Or so I thought.

I wake from my dream, coming away confused and well rested.

Abis was in my dream? Why?

Memories of good days filled tears until the lip of my eye could not hold back the flowing waters anymore. I began to sob for my family, and those whom I've missed.

I will come back. I am determined to come back for my family, my company and all those in need of me. I will get out of this hell.

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My feet stand in the squishy leftover skin of Lucy Hallo. My jacket scrapes over the rough gravel as I carry it low in my grasp.
Perfectly as planned.

Police will,investigate. She will tell them all she knows she will tell them about and old abandoned warehouse that contains multiple tools to dissect and stab. She will tell them of the crazy man who shows her past events of his victims. She will yell at them to find that crazy man otherwise she will sue.

I smile.

She will then, go back to civilization, talking, and acting normally again. She will think that she if fine. Nothing else will happen. Until her subconscious asks, that crazy man let you go. If all these past victims of his were killed, wasn't he supposed to kill me to? Am I supposed to be dead?

Then she will worry, sleeping with the lights on, looking over her shoulder constantly, not being able to focus.

I will wait until the precise moment moment of her fears break and all she has left to do is run. Just run.

And when she does, she's mine.

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