The Same Coin

Sad Stories

I wake up in this white room, a hospital room from what I gathered. Some one was sitting in a chair waiting for me, they seemed to have fallen asleep. I remember the face, it was my manager, from the shop. There were crumpled up tissues all over the bedside table, he must have been crying for quite a while. When I woke him a smile appeared apon his face. He spoke up and the first thing to leave his mouth was, "thank god, I don't have to hire two new attendants." And this was no joke, he was not a joking man. He was a mean man, a greedy man who only cared about his business. He had me released, even though I was still abit shaken. He will never change. He didn't even seem to care that she died. I asked him why all the tissues a little bit later, and found out he had a horrible cold, he told me as he sneezed all over me. Who would come to visit a patient at a hospital with a cold. Then I asked him about the event that happened on that day, his only comment was about how hard it is to find any one to fill her position. He was truly such a heartless man. When I tried to go home he stopped me and said "what do you think you're doing, you have to go to work, with that other brat dead I'll need you to pick up some more hours." "But I can't, I already have so little time as it is, between work and school I barely get an hour of sleep." "Then you can work one more hour each day, you don't need sleep, sleep is for the weak." I couldn't argue much more for fear of losing my job. That job is the only thing keeping me alive right now.
When I finally got home it was 6:30 in the morning not even enough time for a shower and to get ready, but I chose to risk being late so I could be clean. I ran into first period a few minutes late, but the teacher decide to excuse my tardiness this time. That day was pretty quite, no one even talked to me, no one called me names or through stuff at me. Truthfully, it creeped me out, why was every one so nice to me, or at least not so mean. When I got through the day, one of the girls in my last period stopped me before I could leave. She looked me dead in the eye and said "don't leave." Then walked off as if nothing happened. I thought nothing of it so I started to head to work, after a short while trying to understand what she was talking about. When I approached the school gate all I saw was this monster of a man, covered in blood, body contorted into a strange position as he stood over several students dead bodies. He, I mean it, was just out side the gate, when it's head, crooked and up side down, turned to look me straight in the eyes. I was frozen with fear for a split second, then I ran back into the school and hide in the first place I could find. That happened to be a class room that was hosting the girls tea club. They didn't seem to happy, but when I mentioned the creature I had seen the teacher sponsor went to look out the window, but saw nothing. I was force out of the room. I looked down the hall towards the school entrance. The creature had moved, but didn't really look like it did. It was in the same position. Just staring at me, down into my very soul. I yelled out to the teacher and asked her to come look at it, my eyes glued to it, unwilling to look away in fear it would move again. When the teacher stepped out of her class room she told me nothing was there, but it was there, now looking at her. It's gaze shifted from curiosity that it showed when looking at me to one of hunger. It began to move towards the teacher and I pushed her back into the class room and shut the door. She asked me what I was thinking and I couldn't answer. I was to much in shock to respond. There was loud noises coming from right out side the door, screams of agony and pain as if it had gotten ahold of one of the students. I crack open the door and look out side, the creature was gone. The creature left. The creature isn't here. I was wrong.