Left for Dead

Chapter 12

Left for Dead Chapter 12

BRENDA’S POV

I got back into my car after getting a cast on it. I can still drive, at least.

I was driving all the way back to my house, which was twenty agonizing minutes away. The pills hadn’t begun to set in, so my leg was killing me.

I turned my head with the scenery, and watched as the large pine trees flew by.

I looked back to the road where someone was standing, and was rapidly approaching. I honked, and they didn’t move. He turned his head, and what I saw was unreal.

Gabe stood in the middle of the road with fresh blood running down his nose, and pouring out of his mouth was maggots and cockroaches. Half of his head was gone, like where I had brought the hatchet down onto him.

I thought I was only seeing an illusion, but when my car connected with his hip, it became too real.

His body rolled onto the windshield, and over the car. Blood splattered onto the cracked windshield, and I spun out of control. The front of my car hit a telephone pole, and smoke filled the air. My airbag deployed, and saved my life.

I turned and looked where his body was.

There was only a puddle of some black liquid coming from my car, and his body wasn’t there.

I took my phone out of my purse that was now on the floor and called my doctor.

“Redburg Community Hospital, how can I help you?” a nurse had said.

“This is Brenda White, and I was in earlier for a broken leg. Now I’m having violent hallucinations, and I don’t know if it’s a side effect for my painkillers Doc Thompson gave me.” I explained.

She went silent on the other line, and then came back a few moments later.

“I just checked the side effects, and hallucinations weren’t on the list. Can you come back into the hospital, and have a chat with the doctor?” the nurse asked me.

“I can’t actually, because I was in a car wreck because of the hallucination. It made me spin out, and hit a telephone pole. I also think I might have broken my left wrist. I can’t feel it at all, and I can’t move it.” I told her.

“We can get an ambulance to pick you up. It’ll take about ten minutes, but I assure you, you’ll be alright.” She said to me, in a comforting manner.

I took a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much. I need some help with this.”

“It’s not a problem. Thank you for calling.” She concluded, then hung the phone up.

I sat in agony for about ten minutes, and then I heard the faint squeal of the siren.