Vault 207

Chapter 3

The faint noises this liquid made was knotting my stomach around through a maze, I felt like puking. I managed to keep it in, and walked very quietly, but fast. I slow down and tip-toe my way to my room. The black liquid stopped moving out from around the frame, and started drying up around the edges. I examined it closer, and it was actually a very deep shade of red, not black. It was also thick and very smelly, almost like roadkill or tar. This was all outside of the doorframe to my bedroom, and it looked like there was a trail it made, so I followed it. It was all very sticky, it would stick to almost evereything it came in contact with. I knew this because I had some of this gunk stuck to the bottom of my shoe. The trail eventually lead me back to the closet, leaking out from under the door and all around it. How was it that there is so much? About a third of the floor was covered in it, and where was it coming from? I would imagine theres nothing in my closet, but then again there must something inside of it. It doesn't matter if it was a bicket full of dyed water, or an old leaky pipe. I took a deep breath, and turned the knob to open it.

Out fell a rotting corpse, with its clothes soaked from this liquid. Well I guess it wasn't any liquid, more like blood. The flesh on its face was dark grey, with it caving into its skull, weaving its way around the sockets and jaw. There were only a few strands of hair on its head, and I can't tell if it's a man or a woman. The stomach was a giant flesh cave, with its intestines all mangled up. The skin was draped over the bones. I couldn't look at this mess anymore, I felt like puking. I ran to the bathroom, took care of my buisness, and went out the door. How the fuck did that get in my room without me noticing it until now? Did the nurse somehow sneak it in here when I was being bored out of my tiny mind? Then again, she's supposed to help me get better, not make me choke on the fumes this corpse made. Who knows, but if someone was responsible for it, I wanted to strangle them. The smell made me extremely uneasy to the stomach, and I was getting slightly lightheaded again, so I ran out of this room, and down the hallway once again. 30 min pass and I still don't see a door. Either this place is huge or i'm losing my damn mind. "Where the hell is the do- OW!!!" Found it. But why all the way down here? Who cares, I just want to get out of here. I open the door, and thank God, there are stairs leading down, with the lights on! I walk down the stairs, and find the waiting room. There are chairs sitting in a neat row against the wall, with a desk right across from them. The carpet was a light grey, outlined with black and white zigzags.

"Hello, can I help you with something?" There's my nurse, almost like she was waiting for me. "Uh, yeah! Theres a rotting corpse that fell out of my closet. Can you like maybe, gee I don't know, GET RID OF IT?!" She gave me this blank stare, with either shock that I yelled at her, or she doesn't believe me and is about to laugh at my "story". "Umm, yes, I-I'll get some help to clean it up for you right away. Are you alright?" Am I alright? Mentally, yes. Physically, no. "Oh yeah, there's a giant hole in the floor because the medicine that YOU gave me dissolved it away!" She stopped, turned around, and gave me this worried look. It was like this for a moment, and it soon changed to anger. "If you mention this to any living soul, that I was doing this to you, I will inject that exact medicine for you in you sleep. Do you hear me?! I want to be done with this job, so I tried getting myself fired for killing my next patient on purpose. But your stupid, little, dumbass brain didn't get that medicine is important in order for you to get better! Noe my plan is ruined, and you've failed to help me get out of this hell-hole of a life. In fact, I want to me done with life!" She then pulled a dagger from her back pocket and slit her throat. I couldn't move, I was in too much shock that this really happened. She collapsed with her choking on her own blood, with a wide eyed expression on her face, with her cheeks slowly getting more and more red. "Oh my God, this is really happening..." I backed up and ran out that front door.

(THIS WILL BE YOUR FUTURE AND YOU CANT DO ANYTHING ABOU-)

It's almost midnight, and i'm still running. I'm almost to my house, I can see it in the distance. But theres something off about it and I don't know what.... I reach the front door and find that there is a paper on it. I can't read it now, the lights went out almost two hours ago. I fold the paper up, and put it in my back pocket. The screen door was open, which was nice, but the next door was not. Did my parents even know I was in that hell-hole of a place? They must have, the nurse would have told them. Then again, she was a psycho bitch that commited suicide in the waiting room in front of me. I pound on the door, yelling for my parents. "MOOOOOOOMM!! DAAAAAD!! OPEN THE DOOR ALREADY!!!" I didn't get an immediate respond, so I ran to the back door. That was locked as well, but why? They usually never keep it locked, they have it open so they can get things from the garage easily. Wait, are those footsteps? No, footsteps are much quieter than that. Or are they? My parents could have finally woken up and started running to the front door. I really hope so, I run back to find my mom standing in the door frame, waiting to greet whoever was pounding on their door in the middle of the night. "How did you get out?! What are you doing here?! Youre sick! Here, let me help you get inside, you must be exausted." Hell yeah I am, i've been running for 30 minutes staright. She takes my hand, and leads me to the couch, closes the door, and runs upstairs. "Honey!!! Come down here, you won't believe it." Mom comes running back downstairs, and sits in the chair right across from me.

"How did you find your way here?! You were passed out when they brought you there." True, but I also know my way around here. You can't do much in just a bedroom, so I take walks sometimes. Ah, I remember why i Recognized the white room! The last time I was in the white room was to visit my grandpa before he got hip surgery. I shrugged as a resoonse to my mom, and made myself comfortable with the pillows there. "I hope you got the medication you needed, they can do crazy things to help you. You can sleep here for tonight, but make sure you get ready in time for school tomorrow." No shit they can do crazy things, it destroyed my floor. My dad finally comes downstairs, and sees i'm laying on the couch. "What are you doing here?! Aren't you still sick?" I just resoond with "Ask mom, she has all the details." I hate repeating myself, especially when I dont want to talk and do something else. It's even worse when the person you're talking to didn't hear a single thing you just said. "Well, alright. I hope youre feeling better." Yeah, better than what I was in the white room. I shifted sides, and went to bed. I probably fell asleep in 5 minutes.

6:24 am, and school starts at 7:40. I'm up brushing my teeth, getting my backpack ready and eating breakfast. I still need to get dressed. I change my shirt, and changed my pants, but a folded paper fell out. I forgot, there was a paper on the front door. I pick it up, and read this:

WANTED: AMELIA JONES FOR ATTEMPTED MURDER. WAS SEEN LAST IN THE HOSPITAL AS A NURSE. 5' 11" TALL, BROWN HAIR AND BLACK EYES

Well, that explains a lot doesn't it?