Haunted by the past

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'I have been in the hospital for about a week now. Alyssa and Austin didn't have to stay at all. They were lucky. I  haven't had and visiter's for a few days now. The food sucks, the beds are un-comfy, everyone around me are dying or they are sick in some way. I hate it here.' I thought to myself. That's when I remembered that Matt's funeral was in 3 weeks. Alyssa still seemed a little shaken by his death. I would be too.

He was saving up money to buy her a wedding ring. That's what he told me at least. Alyssa thought that they would end up getting married and have kids of there own. She always wanted to be a mother. She even picked out names. Alison if it was a girl and Preston if it was a boy. She planned out her whole future with him but then this happened. Who would of thought that this would be the way there relationship would end.

I always thought that he would fall to his death when he was drunk. Did I mention that he was a construction worker? He only drank sometimes but when he did, he would drink a lot. "I think I'm going to miss him." I laughed at that statement. I never thought that I would say that. It was true though. I was gonna miss him.

A doctor entered the room. He didn't knock or anything. He just stood in the door way staring at me. "May I help you?" I asked. He just stood there. Frozen.

10 minutes went by. There was still no movement coming from this guy. I slowly reached over and pressed the help button. A nurse came in walking right through the doctor. "Omg." I said. "What seems to be the problem?" She asked with a bored tone in her voice. "G-g-g-g-g-" "What?" She asked "G-g-g-g-g-" "Spit it out!" She said sounding annoyed "Ghost." I mumbled under my breath "Speak up. I didn't hear you." "GHOST!" I screamed

She shook he head and walked out of the room. A few minutes later she returned with a man. He didn't look like a doctor or a nurse. In fact he didn't look like anything. He was very pale and gloomy. He was wearing a black doctors uniform but it had more of a secretary look to it.

"This is Paul. He is your new Therapist. Congrats" She said sarcastically before leaving the room. "Hello. I'm Paul" "So I've heard." I said. "I can't believe I have a therapist" I said under my breath. "What was that?" He asked. "Nothing!" I think I said that too quickly because he gave me a look of concern and hatred. 'Are they even aloud to do that?' I thought to myself. 'Can they really hate someone without getting fired?' I thought to myself again. "Do you know why I'm here...?" "Desiree" I said so that he could finish his sentence. "...Desiree?""Actually no. I do not know why you are here." I said rudely.

It didn't look like he wanted to be here either. "Well I'm here because you need someone to talk to." "I need Austin. That's who I need." I said as I laid myself down. "Who is this 'Austin' fellow you seem to be talking about?" "He's none of your business. That's who he is!" I was pissed off now. "I can tell you don't want to talk to me." He said 'Oh. So you finally got the hint!' I wanted to say that out loud but I know I shouldn't.

He looked at me wondering if I would answer. I decided not to say anything. "Are you going to answer me Desi?" "Don't call me Desi!" I yelled at him "Only my friends can call me Desi" I mumbled. He wrote something down on a piece of paper. "I can tell that you are mad right now. I'll come back later so that we can continue." He got up and walked out of the room.

"Thanks for coming. Please don't come again." I chanted after him. He paused in the hallway, cracked his neck and then started walking again. I watched as everyone walked pass hoping that someone would walk into my room and talk to me.

[*Click-click-click-click-click* I could hear the sounds of people wearing heels, clicking down the hall. They stopped a few doors down. I then heard running. I watched as a patient ran down the hall. The clicking started up again. 3 women dressed in all black walked by. That's when I heard a voice that sounded exactly like Kylie's: "Stop her." The voice kept repeating over and over. One of them stopped in front of my door. She put her finger up to her mouth to represent 'be quiet'. She slowly closed my door. I heard a scream come from down the hall. I jumped up and ran towards the door. It was locked. I screamed trying to get the door open.]