Chapter 5.

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As I sat in the waiting room I was nervous. The voices were taunting me saying things like.

"You'll regret this."

I didn't understand what they meant, I never did.

"Desi Lucker?" A nurse called out. My Mother stands up quickly as I stand up quickly.

"Come this way please." She says with a smile. We follow her into a hallway, where she checks my weight and height.

"The doctor will be with you shortly." She says leaving us alone in a small room.

"Kill her." A small voice says causing me to jump.

"I'm going to the bathroom Desi." My Mom says leaving me alone.

The nurse walks in with papers in her hand.

"Where is your Mother?" She asks setting the perfectly stacked papers by the professional sink.

"She had to use the bathroom." I reply.

"Kill her." A voice echoes.

"No." I quickly say causing the nurse to jump.

"What?" she asks in a squeaky voice.

"Nothing." I scratch my arm.

"Kill her." They say one last time.

I let the demons win, once again.

I grab the Old nurse by her frail grey hair and throw her on the ground. While she tries to recover from her fall I grab a syringe that sat next to the perfectly papers she had stacked by the sink.

She quickly stands up pushing me, making me hit the wall. I run towards her throwing my hand with the syringe towards her heart, she screams as I stab her in the arm instead.

"Desi, we told you that you would regret not listening to us." The voices say laughing as if they won.

"Shut up!" I yell stabbing the old woman again this time in the chest.

"You can't make us." They say once again in perfect harmony.

I shake my head as the old woman looks in my eyes begging for mercy. But the voices continued taunting me.

"Feel better Desi? Told you so. Finish what you have started." They laugh.

"Leave me alone." I stab the old woman once again in her chest, this time she stopped moving.

I snapped that's what I did. I snapped again. I sit on the floor processing what I had done.

I killed someone and their blood was on my hands. I looked at my lifeless victim, an old woman, who was my nurse. She had gray hair and now a very pale body.

"I told you so." The voices said laughing.

"I didn't mean to." I mumble. I take one last look at the old woman as I try to stand up someone tackles me back to the ground, then I fell into a deep sleep.

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