I couldn't move out the hospital my body was still unresponsive the only thing I could move was my upper body.
I has to urge to get my body out of bed. I used the rails on my bed to push out of bed, it took me so long to get it of bed Tim probably was gone by now but of course that was a good thing.
I got it. I was out of the bed but I was on the floor left to crawl for help, my legs were cold and it couldn't feel them. I had to crawl out to room and hope for the best to be saved.
Once I was out in the hallway, I seen the disaster that Tim had left for me to discover. I seen piles of bodies on floor with blood all over them. There were fires and broken glass all over floor I had to be careful not to cut myself.
As I snaked the floors I heard screaming coming from behind me. This hospital was a wreck, I wondered how much Tim had loved me to do all of this once we broke up.
There was so much blood ink the floors my gown was soaked with it the bodies were all bloody. I stopped to observe them for a while. Sweat trembled down my forehead as I wondered if Eric had gotten hurt during Tim's Wrath, but luckily I didn't see him.
As I got closer down the hall I heard a voice it was Tim's voice he was speaking to someone. But there voice was faint I needed to get closer to hear whom he was talking to.
I heard giggling and sounds that sound like kissing and I heard Tim laughing and then I heard more kissing and giggling. As I snaked closer to the room the voices became more faint.
I reached the room that I heard the voices from but I was empty. There was blood on the walls and gowns,tissue, and tools all over. I didn't see anything until I checked under the bed and found a walkie-talkie beneath it.
It grabbed it, it was stained with so much blood and I still heard the voices. The walkie-talkie's reception was bad the voices were crackly and shaky and they sound like a broken TV channel.
I brung the walkie-talkie with me as snaked to more rooms down the hall. I heard the voices in another room at the far end of the hall.
I came across more bodies on the floor this time I didn't check them because I could face the fact that Eric was one of those bodies I just kept moving.
When I reached the room I paused because I wasn't sure if I was ready for what lied beyond the door everything was so mind trembling for me because the people in my life were just so dangerous when I peeked in the room my heart nearly resurrected from the it's grave and died again. As my mouth dropped and came to the shocking fact of what I was looking at I finally was able to get the words out that I was trying to say.
" E-R-I-C."
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A Living Fancy
AcciónMany stories matter. Stories have been used to dispossess and to malign. But stories can also be used to empower, and to humanize. Stories can break the dignity of humanity. But stories can also repair that broken dignity of being A Living Fancy.