Prophecy (NaNoWriMo 2014)

Chapter Eleven

PART TWO: THE LEAD UP

"The tip of the knife cut my cheek. The aroma of death filled the room." 

Chapter Eleven 

My eyes slowly opened. My eyes were set on the ceiling. I turned my head to face my clock. 

6.43am Friday.

I tried to push my back up onto the frame of the bed, but I couldn’t. I was being restricted by something. I raised my head slightly to see what was holding me down. My eyes widened as I seen rope tied around my body, holding me down. I started to panic. I tried screaming but that was no use either. There was duct tape sealed onto my lips. I tried wiggling my body but nothing seemed to work. My eyes welled up and tears started to fall down the sides of my face. I was hoping that nothing would hurt me and that my parents were home to save me. As I continued to try and escape the rocks a figure walked out of my en-suite. The man was wearing dental glasses and a mask, which covered his nose and mouth. He was wearing a surgical suit and gloves. I felt my heart race in my throat as he walked closer. It was Doctor Free. I tried to scream but no sound projected from my sealed lips. He had stains of blood on his suit and was holding a scalpel in his hand, grasping it tight. I clenched my right hair onto the rope and tried to jerk it off. He walked to the right side of the bed, grabbed my hand and placed it beside me. He raised his hand and slapped me. The tears, which were falling down the sides of my face stung. My eyes felt itchy and heavy.
“Please” I tried to say over the tape but my voice just became mumbled.
He cupped my cheek in his had and his eyebrows rose. “You are so beautiful. Wait till I carve the marks into your skin and remake you into something so much more beautiful,” he whispered. I could sense a grin behind the mask he was wearing. I felt nausea. I wanted his hand to stop cupping my cheek. I positioned my eyes to make an evil look. Doctor Free walked around and pulled the sheets off my bed, my body was strapped down to him.
“Don’t hurt me” I muffled through the tape. He chuckled as he mocked my muffled voice “Don’t hurt me.”

He kneeled down at the end of the bed and held the scalpel with a tight grip. He moved the blade near my foot and moved it up my leg and up to my chest. He held the knife with his fingertip on my chest. A tear went through my dress and the tip of the scalpel was on the skin of my chest. A cold sweat of fear ran through my body. Doctor Free continued to chuckle as he read the fear from my face.
“You are so God damn pretty when you’re scared. Don’t get too scared… It will be fast,” He said as I sensed another smirk behind the mask he was wearing. He twirled the end of the blade on my skin in a circular motion. I tried not to be scared so he would stop tormenting me. I tried to stay calm, but it failed terribly, at least I tried. Free grasped the scalpel in the palm of his hand, again and raised it from my chest. He raised it so far up to his face and wrapped both of his hands around it.
“You’re not going to see it coming,” He laughed as he released the tension from his hands. The blade of the scalpel continued to move down and was planned to pierce my chest and potentially kill me. This is it, I thought as I moved around in the ropes that restricted me from most movement. Before the scalpel pierced my chest I closed my eyes and my heart thumped. I felt a slight pain in my chest and that was about it. I opened my eyes, slowly to check if Doctor Free was still lingering in the room. I looked down on my body. There were no ropes and the sheets we still on my bed. I raised my self onto the frame of my bed and let out a deep breath of relief. My heart beat another painful thump of fear causing the back of my throat to release a burning sensation. I got out of bed and ran to the un-suite. I looked into the cracked mirror, then at the rest of the bathroom. There were no traces of Doctor Free. It was the visions. These visions were going to ruin me more than the dreams. The chainsaw replayed in my mind. The fast blade, cutting through her body.
“Stop” I shouted to myself as I clenched my hair with my hands. I needed help and the only person that could help me was Father Peter. He understood me, although I liked visiting him as a whole. He was a gentle man with a good vision. He was interesting and he knew how to take care of people dealing with prophecy, it was like he had been doing it his whole life. I changed as fast as I could, grabbed my backpack and snuck out through the front door as quiet as I could. I walked out and started walking towards the hospital. Jake popped into my mind as I continued walking. It was the kiss that continued to drown my thoughts. I had mixed feelings especially with everything that was going on. Jake could become a lot to deal with time to time and he was not my main priority. I liked him but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pursue into a relationship. I told him I loved him and I am worried that he won’t understand if I tell him I do not want a relationship with him.
After about a twenty-minute walk I arrived the doors at the hospital and walked up to the room where Father Peter was being kept. I was hoping Tracey was not going to be there. Unfortunately, she was there and I sighed as I seen her face when I walked through the door. She didn’t seem too pleased to see me either.
“Hello” She sighed as I walked into the room and took a seat next to Father’s bed. Like always he smiled to see me. Tracey was sitting next to a man and they were holding hands. Must have been her husband, I wasn’t too worried though. I was still angry by her remark she made about Doctor Free the other day.
“Hello” I replied, “Who is the visitor?” I asked while I looked at the man and smiled. He smiled back.
“This is Tony” Tracey replied not giving too much about him away. Toney has a slight stubble and deep brown eyes with black hair that had white streaks of old age run through it. He looked good for his age.
“Hello” Tony said after Tracey introduced him. The room was awfully awkward, mostly because of Tony’s appearance. I looked down onto Father Peter who was still lying on the bed, still in a condition where he could not move.
“How is everything, Father?” I asked after a break of silence. I didn’t like the presence of Tony. It was annoying; he didn’t need to be here. And especially with Tracey acting all weird it made matters worse.
“Everything is alright. I’m still on the antibiotics but I am becoming old. My body can’t fight such a large infection. My skin is still raw; it is not going to heal anytime soon. I still pray to God but I think the time has come. I have been ready for it though. I have realised my actions have slowed down” Father replied.
“Don’t say that, please. I don’t want you to leave” I exclaimed after I heard his words.
“You’ve only known him for a couple of weeks” Tracey remarked.
“And that means…?” I asked with a slight strand of anger. I couldn’t understand why Tracey was acting the way she was. It was uncalled for. It was like she was trying to be a bitch. Before I could speak father intervened and spoke up.
“That was not called for Tracey. Don’t talk like that or else do not visit me at all.”
Tracey was stunned by what she had heard. I didn’t want Tracey to cause a scene with Father so I quickly moved the conversation.
“What do you do for a living, Tony?” I blurted out.
“I am a surgeon” He replied and my heart sunk for about a second. I didn’t like to think about surgeons. Doctor Free was the first figure that appeared into my mind.
“He is not Doctor Free” Tracey snarled as she looked at me with slight disgust.
“I didn’t imply he was”
“Your face told me enough”