Gina

TWO

After a rather short shift at the hospital, Gina drove straight home on the empty streets covered in fresh snow. She rolled onto her driveway and climbed the 10 or so stairs to her front door. When she opened the large wooden doors of her home, she was greeted with the obnoxious sound of her mother yelling at her dog, followed by the whining of her Great Dane. 

"Mother!" Gina stormed upstairs with this new anger creeping up her neck. She swung the door open and marched over to the side of her mother's bed, kneeling down to pet Charlie. 

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop yelling at my dog," Gina said quietly to her mother as she kissed Charlie on the head. 

"I hate that stupid dog, all it does is bark and whine, I told you I wanted a cat and instead you got me a dog the size of a lion" Gina's Mother, Valerie, replied. "Now move out of the way, I'm trying to watch television" she motioned the two to move aside.

"C'mon Charlie let's go," Gina rolled her eyes and began to walk out the door with her dog following close behind her.

"Wait, Gina, I almost forgot to tell you" Valerie called out while sitting up on her bed. "The heating is gone out, you may need to call someone in to fix it." 

"We don't need to call anyone, I'll check it out myself" Gina quickly added with slight aggression.

"I tried to see what was wrong with it, I'm afraid you'll have to get someone in to fix that thing, it's winter for crying out loud, It's freezing!" Valerie exclaimed. 

"No one is coming into this goddamn house. Like I said, I'll check it out myself." With that, Gina stormed downstairs all the way down to the basement. 

"Sorry Charlie, this is a no dog zone" Gina walked her dog back up the stairs and locked the door from the inside. She turned on the lights and threw on a fresh pair of disposable gloves before continuing to walk deeper into the basement. She soon faced the metal door of the cellar, which she carefully unlocked with the key she had tucked away in her pocket. Behind the door lied the reason why she wouldn't let a soul near her home. 

The cellar was a small, grey, cold, and reeked of formaldehyde. The walls were decorated with jars of things only Gina was aware of, along with the equipment that she frequently used. In the center of the room were three metal tables, one of those tables was occupied with Gina's most recent work.

"Mr. Chadwick you dont look so well"
Gina commented while examining the body infront of her. The body couldnt even be called a body at this point, it was missing its insides and was cut open from chest down to the pelvis. The body was blue and cold to the touch, and if left untreated, the flesh would decay in days.

For the next 3 hours she stuffed stiched and fixed the corpse on the metal bed until she had what some would described as a "stuffed human". She stared down at her impeccable work and wrapped the body in cloth, making sure everyrhing was in order before the corpse could be delivered to the family it once had.