The Answers We Seek

The Death of Suzie McNeil

Suzie McNeill was walking home from the bus stop. Hair neatly pulled back, clothes business chic and nails well-manicured. She looked like the kind of girl who would be murdered on her way home. Her warm smile and curly brown, almost black, hair would inspire a nation-wide outrage and tragedy, at her sad passing. At least for a few days, until a footballer started a riot, or a kangaroo punched a tourist.

Suzie was unaware of the obvious peril that her news worthy face put her in, as she clip, clopped home in her shiny high heels. Her mind was still thinking about work. If only thoughts counted as overtime. Her thoughts were preoccupied thoughts distracted her usually careful mind, as she stepped out to cross the street.

The car had come hurtling around the corner. The driver was driving too fast and Suzie was too distracted to notice. The collision sounded like half ripe fruit being thrown at the wall, the initial thud, followed by a wet squelching sound. Her limp ragdoll body was splayed on the road as if she had been tossed aside like a petulant toddler. This was it. With any luck the driver would continue their way, leaving Suzie McNeil. She would bleed out and finally slip into unconsciousness. She deserved a better death than this but there was no time to plan anything less painful.

Except the driver was getting out? WHY??? No don't get out and help you fool! Just leave her small frail body to bleed out on the road. This could all be over and done with if he could have just driven on. The hysterical fool frantically called an ambulance but there was a sizeable pool of blood soaking into the already soggy ground. The driver puts his hands over the gash on her head, attempting to stop the bleeding. Obviously, he doesn't realise how important the death of Suzie McNeil is.

It seemed as if the ambulance just appeared around the corner. The one time they could have stopped for a cronut and they are arrived promptly! The paramedics quickly found that Suzie, being stubborn to the last, was still breathing. They rushed her to hospital. With any luck she won't make it and the job will be finished. There is no more time to try anything else. This must kill her.

Suzie opened her eyes and looked around the unfamiliar surroundings; sterile walls, generic furniture, flowers. All the signs of a hospital. While Suzie was still trying to figure out where she was the door opened.

"Oh hi, you're awake," said Sharon, her sister.

Before Sharon could say anything else a round matronly figure, comprised mostly of large floral patterns, musky perfume and ample bosoms bustled through the door.

"Ohh thank God you're okay!" She said, smothering poor Suzie. "There was so much blood and they wouldn't let us see you for hours. God we were so worried."

Suzie's mother continued. She didn't even seem to breathe. Her stamina was quite impressive. She should have played the trumpet.

"What were you thinking?? Not watching where you're going! You could have died! I raised you better Suzie McNeil. You bloody well look both ways before you cross the road next time. It's a miracle you survived." The mother babbled.

Yes, a miracle indeed.

"Mum, don't worry I'm okay." Suzie placated.

Unfortunately. There wasn't much time. It was already past nine o'clock, meaning less than three hours left.

Suzie's mother continued fussing over her daughter until Sharon finally sent her out of the room to fetch some food.

"Suzie, what the hell is going on?" Sharon said, taking a seat.

"What do you mean," Suzie replied.

"You've been actually really weird lately... It's almost like... well like you've been doing really dumb stuff." Sharon fumbled.