Number: one. This one has lots of blood and gore in it. Hope you enjoy.
I scream as a nail is drilled into my arm. Tears drip down my face. Blood comes running down in streams. Warm. He looks at me and takes a hammer to my finger. I hear each of the bones crack. One by one. I look at him with pleading eyes as he takes a knife and stabs it into my thigh twisting the blade around. I scream my throat becomes sore. I hear the tendons and meat being moved around and broken. He takes my shoe off and puts my foot on a cutting board. He grabs the knife out of my thigh and takes the blade down. I hear a thump as my toe hits the floor. Looking a my foot I can see the blood spurting up and out of it in a fountain. He stops and looks around. He finally rests his eyes on spoon. He grabs my head and holds it still. He brings the spoon up to eye and goes around the eyeball. Hearing the nerves brake in half. Pop. My eye falls out dangling on one nerve. I see it swinging back and forth. I scream no sound coming out. My throat is burning. I start to cry. I feel the tear roll down my face and land on my arm. He grabs the knife and takes it up to my face once more. He pries my mouth open and puts an rag in to stay open. He takes the knife and slits the corner of my mouth. Blood gushes out in rivers along my face. He takes the rag out.
I look at him with pleading eyes. "Please" I cough out. Spitting out blood. He looks at me and shakes his head side to side.
All of my hope completely vanishes. I sit there thinking this is the end.
A gunshot goes off. The man drops to the floor. An ugly hole in his forehead leaks blood on the ground. Blood pools up beneath him on the ground. His blood mixed with mine.
I hear the sound of boots hitting the concrete as a man dressed in a suit comes near. He kneels down behind me and starts undoing the rope. He picks me up. I can feel his muscles underneath his jacket. I go limp. My vision blurs out. Darkness covers my vision.
I wake up in a room with a blue-ish tint. I look down and I am in a hospital gown. Beside me are curtains. Separating me from the other patient.
I try to get up, but my body groans with pain. Remembering the night before and I start feeling all my cuts. My thigh has stitches and a cast. My arm has the nail pulled out, stitches, and bandages. My foot has a bandage. My mouth has stitches and bandages. My eye is completely out replaced with a glass one. And my finger is in a cast.
The door opens with a creek. A nurse. Comes in and puts a food tray on my lap. She hurriedly exits the room right after. I stare at the food. There's mash potatoes, red jello, and a cup of water. I pick up the spoon and shove a piece of mash potato into my mouth. My mouth screams in agony from the pain of opening my mouth. The mash potatoes taste disgusting but it is the only food I have. I keep shovelling mash potatoes into my mouth as a man walks in. I identify him as the man who saved me. I take one last bite before I say anything.
"Hi" I manage to say through the pain.
"Hi!" He responds in a friendly manner. With a wave of his hand he sits down in the chair next to me.
"Thanks" I say.
"For what?" He smirks at me.
"You know."
"I do??" He says looking smug. "How are you feeling?"
"Okay" I mumble.
"Wrong." He says matter-of-factly. "You have been horribly hurt by a psycho who has no matter of well being."
"So what." I say sarcastically.
"So.... you have been taken into protective custody."
It seems like a rhetorical remark so I don't respond. The nurse slipped into the room and pulled the man aside and whispers something in his ear. He nods and walks out.
"Hello, you can call me Jan. I will be the nurse assisting you for the next few weeks." She smiles at me politely.
"Weeks!?" I say exasperated.
"Yes," she pauses looking at her clipboard"under your condition you will be staying here for at least a month." She smiles.
Wow, she must really like breaking bad news to people, I think.
" I am just going to ask you a few questions." She says looking at her clipboard. "What's your name?"
"Umm.....Cali."
"Full name." She says sounding annoyed.
"Cali Donaldson."
She looks back at her clipboard. "And how old are you?"
"19"
"Great. When's your birthday?"
"March 17, 2000."
"You're doing awesome." She says not looking away from her clipboard. "Just two more. Do you know why the man attacked you?"
I hesitated. "No... I don't know." I said looking apologetic.
"Okay." She says. "Last one. Do you know who the man was or what he was doing before he attacked you?"
"No and I think he was driving and he picked me up." I said reaching into my thoughts about the night before.
"Okay, great job. I will be back in here in few hours." And with that she walked to the door. She paused outside and walked away with the door open.
The man walked in. He waved sheepishly at me. He came and sat down. Before he said anything I spoke.
"I didn't catch your name." I said.
"Jace, Jace Nightwood." He paused smiling. "and you?"
"Cali Donaldson"
"Why don't we go for walk."
"I can't walk" I said gesturing to legs.
"Well I just can't leave you here. I guess I'll make it so you never talk again. You deserve to punished you did make me lose a man."
"What do you mean?" I whimpered. He hadn't seemed menacing before but now it was almost like he was another person.
"I watched you." He paused "I was in the corner watching it all happen. When I heard the sirens I had to kill him. I made it look like I was a hero when really I am the villain.
"But you saved me. You didn't let me die. You could have killed me." I forced the words through the searing pain of the cuts.
"I could've killed you, but it would be much more dramatic if I waited till now."
He pulled out from underneath me. I tried to squirm away but the pain stopped me and seized me in my tracks. He stood at the side of the bed and raised the pillow to lightly cover my face. He grabbed my hands with hand and kept them pinned to my body as he pushed the pillow into my face. I could feel the air disappearing from lungs. I gasped for air only to have more pillow showed in my mouth. I could feel the stitches in my face ripping out as I tried to scream. My head screamed in pain. It felt as if it was exploding. My eyes hurt and the pain started to fade away to dull throb. My eyelids felt heavy and my arms stopped jerking and fell down to my sides. Everything went black and heartbeat faded to nothing. My brain shut off leaving nothing but a corpse in its place. A plain corpse in a hospital bed, nothing special, just a ordinary corpse.
