Kyra had been acting strangely after that incident . Despite having explained the events in extreme detail, some specific elements did not add up. Most individuals still have their sneaking suspicion on Nikkei; honestly that is a justified assumption. Kyra is now placed in ward 13, on the top floor, to the right of the disease ridden hospital.
I have never been too fond of hospitals, may be it has something to do with what a hospital represents. The hardships my family faced haunted the corridors of the hospital alike children wandering aimlessly looking for their long lost parents. The emotions I felt had manifested into the dismal blue colour that had been plastered on to every corner of the repulsive building. The smell of rotting flesh and the image of lifeless corpses appear in front of me. The world around me sinks and fades into a depressing gray. The sound of footsteps grow from every corner ringing vigorously. The melody played gave me the sensation of being secluded from society.
I reach out to each individual that was visible; screaming and shouting didn't help as my voice fades away into the echoing silence. The blurred image of a face smiling at me as it proceeds to invades my private space. Ripping me off what dignity I had left; the shame of violation scars the face of ancient memories. Memories that everyone desires to forget. A corpse arises from the ashes of my fathers mutilated body . The face of a girl, unwilling to except the truth, arose from those ashes. The face I had once identified as my own . She... is ...me!
Her voice was as sweet as nectar from the fruit once located in Eden. She spoke as her blood shot eyes said word into a mirror. The mirror was framed with the blood of the innocent and had chains that seemed to be too heavy for a child her age to grasp. Those chain wandered past me and meandered over to the girls bare feet. Nonetheless, her poster stayed perfect, amount pre-programmed. Her eyes were hollow almost seamless; it replicated the image of a husk. A SOUL LESS BEING STARED BACK, WITH A INDIRECT, ALMOST SINISTER SMILE!
Her hands widened to reveal the scars and the wound cut deep into her body. Either side of her torso was marked with dashes. Her speech became clearer as she looked with those soulless eyes into mine. She repeated again and again the soft murmur. The sound became more transparent as my mouth widened to duplicate the scared cat emoji.
Her mouth moved to reveal what she was implying " I know who did this; I know why she is in the hospital .
"She is hiding something. "
"Don't trust her!"
As questions arise a moment of silence occurs until she aggressively repeats the words: .....
DON'T..... TRUST ....HER...
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Which says murder most foul.
Mystery / ThrillerA in-depth anecdote of someone who experienced traumatizing and immoral events; a murderer and a rapist on the loose. The story inference to the unfathomable difficulties that Alex, a character with unknown mysteries attached to her past, must go...
