KALOPSIA LATIBULE (originally monochrome madness)

CHAPTER EIGHT

(Ryan's POV)

"Goodnight
Zoe" I tiredly said grabbing the remaining powder blue files off her desk.
"Aw goodnight sweetheart" the old woman smiled back at me a few fine lines traveling down her eyes and the corners of her lips.
As I walked through the cold white dim lighted hallway the remaining people in the waiting room would send me gazes,hopeful eyes shining in my direction,I sent them small smiles before pushing open the big freezingly cold glass doors of the hospital. The cold winter air hitting my exposed skin like bullets a shiver traveling down my naked flesh.

I climbed into the old grey car starting the burned out car engine as it roared through the atmosphere creating a toxic grey cloud to burst out the cars exhaust.
The cars wheels traveled through the road till it came to a hault in front of the dark tinted bricked building covered in vile and foulness.
I sighed opening the rusty screeching car door entering the cold night once again.
All you can hear was my footsteps colliding with the floor..even till i was in my small apartment.
I sighed falling down onto the old couch ,its been this quiet ever since what happened to Sam,the whole town just kindof ..died along with him.

I sighed pulling the remote from under my back,turning on the box tv leaning on a white coffee table..or whats left of it.
The screen lighted up to a beautiful little girl,her coal black hair was short ,just above her petite shoulders,in the picture.she was smiling ,her smile brought out her blue eyes and cranberry colored cheeks and lips.
"Six year old Robyn Freeds has been reported missing since Tuesday morning last seen wearing a red ribbon in her hair and a white dress...".

The thing is people started to forget,about Sam,everyone. I guess after the fifth child went missing ,people knew they had to start pretending like this was normal. The better the children got at dissapearing the better they all got at simply forgetting.the thing is..

I traced the crimson line on my ribs feeling it burn as always.
I can never forget.

I pulled the covers of the bed to my chest,the coldness breaking at my skin. The sound of my machine went off and soon Zoes voice flew through the room.
"Hay miss Ryan,theres been an accident on raven street we need you to come over.thanks" she finished ..as i shot up,me still being dressed in yesterdays scrubs.
I quickly grabbed my keys ,and ran out of my apartment,not even bothering to lock it this time.
There were no cars,no signs of stress,although I knew that once I got to the hospital,there would only be chaos..the one place were quietness was never found.one of the reasons i work there.
I jumped out of the car after parking it in front of the entrance.
I pushed through the doors,my legs carrying me through the many other nurses and doctors. I untied the elastic from my hair redoing the strings into a tight bun on top of my head.
The E.R was the loudest,so thats where I went.
I closed the door behind me as the scattering nurses surrounded the patient.
"Come on guys"i said as they turned to me,we all pulled our masks over our mouths and noses,as i finally got a much better look at the patient.
He was young.
My age.
Scared,his breathing was so low,difficult.
I shook my head,turning my gaze to one of the nurses."come on"i said as I took ahold of my tools ,looking at his wounds.
Slashes,cuts,bruises and stiches,everthing. It was so disgusting like nothing I'e ever seen before.

Two hours.Four hours.Five hours.Six hours.
Flatline.

I screamed letting my blood covered hands fall to the metal table. "Time of death 4:05am" i said and still remained on my current spot. I felt the nurses pat my back as they left and soon after i was left in complete silence only left with the man on the table.

"Im sorry"i whispered to him placing my hand onto his cold one,closing my eyes.
My heartbeat stopped as a blood blocking grip was put on my hand,as i looked down his blue eyes were staring into mine,his mouth a gaped as he tried to speak up. He started to gasp for air moving his gaze to his open chest. I followed his eyes to his abdomen and piles of maggot worms were peeling through his ribs and flesh.
"The b..box"he got out before the coroners came through the door. I looked back down to see his hand was back in place,his grip no longer close to my hand. The maggots werent real..right.
"Are you alright doctor?"one of the men asked and i nodded my voice still stuck in the back of my throat. I pushed past them ,my breathing getting even more difficult as i rushed to the bathroom. Once i was in the bathroom i locked the door,letting the vile escape my mouth into the bathroom toilet stall.
I opened up the screeching water tab ,as the blood fell from my skin,dissapearing into the sink.
I looked up to the mirror,my eyes were outlined by a dark circle and my lips were cracked.
I walked out the bathroom ,heading straight over to Zoe.
"Im sorry about the pati.."she began but i interrupted her. "Weres his file?"i asked and she looked at me for a second before handing me the hazel file.
I grabbed it before walking away being stopped by her this time."wait ryan..this was found with him when the ambulance picked him up."
"A jack in a box?"i asked taking it from her hold.
I thanked her,before walking away to my dark office.
I sat down on my fire red leather chair. I traced my fingers over the morbidly file before opening it.

NAME: Gale J.
SURNAME: Freeds
AGE: twenty two years old
D.O.B:22 January 1993
PARENTS: jamie-lynn (waters) Freeds
Gibson robert Freeds
Mental illness: paranoia, sent to WEST ROANSTAIN MENTAL FACILITY of mental disabled after claiming someone overtook his sisters body.(in 2015).

I closed the file running his name over and over inside my head. Freeds?
That surname,why does that name sound so damn familiar?
It suddenly came to me like a movie on rewind.
Robyn Freeds..the missing girl.
This has to be her brother
I looked over at the jack in a box that Zoe gave me. Its monochrome colored wooden walls shaped together at the top as a ride,those swings that you find at the carnival. "Is this the box Gale?"I more of asked to myself,taking in beneath my fingertips.
"Yeah right"i whispered to myself as I threw the small box into the trash bin,going back to my apartment, back to my room.
Im just tired,what happened in the E.R was just stress,shock after losing another patient.

Its just a stupid box.