Fool's Paradise

Chapter 2

(*The picture above ^^That's the Morin, the main character!)

                I'm awake but I don't feel alive. Everything around me is black. I can't see anything. Maybe I should open my eyes? Nah. I don't want to. I don't want to deal with whatever's coming. Martin is dead. That is what I know so far and I don't want to know the rest.

Shit, the day was going so well too... What did I do to deserve this? I hope Theo is okay. Please Lord, let him be okay. My mind goes back to that night. Why the hell did I listen to Martin? He said that it was fine, but my gut was telling me otherwise. My gut was always the smarter one. If I had just gone with my gut feeling and told him not to park there. We wouldn't have gone through that stupid dark alley and... Damn it. It was truly horrific. I don't think I was in my right mind either. I was hit too hard on the head. Those assholes.

I wonder how many days it's been. I'm pretty sure I'm in the hospital. Where else would the ambulance have taken me? I should probably get up and call the doctor. I have to ask where Theo is and if he's all right.

Suddenly, there's a loud clank. My eyes shoot open and my soul nearly jumps out of my body. I pause for a moment, my eyes darting around the dark room. Searching for whatever made the noise. I clench my blanket up to my chest, I'm not naked, but prepare myself to duck under when danger arrives... Oh my god. I mentally slap myself. For crying out loud, I'm already 32! I can't be doing this-

"Teehee!" My eyes immediately turn to the direction of the high-pitched giggle. It came from near the window. I am indeed in a hospital room, but I am not alone. I quickly crawl out of bed. My leg hurts but it's not as bad as that night. I guess it's not broken. Whatever. I slowly back away from the bed but stop at the feeling of a light tug on my arm. I couldn't see clearly but I can tell it's one of those needles the doctors would stick into your hand. I clench my hand into a fist, and I feel the I.V. needle stiffen under my skin. I relax my hand and it squirms when I wriggle my fingers. Its as if the skin on my hand is a plastic glove.

I return my attention to the problem at hand and look around the room. there is the possibility that I'm still under the effects of the drugs they have given me-

The vase on the nightstand crashes onto the floor. Whispers echo throughout the room.

"Moor! Ruh!" The voice was unclear. I felt it as a random gust of cold wind pushed me towards the door. Trust me, the voices alone, was more than enough for me to get the idea. I rip off the I.V. needle and dash for the door.

I run down the hall looking for a main office or just someone. I turn a corner and crash into someone, causing us both to fall back on our rear ends. It was a nurse. I apologize, immediately getting up. she stares at me trying to figure out which room I came charging out from.

"Hi there." She said with a tired smile. She looked like she hadn't slept in years. "Did you need something? You could've pushed the button in your room and one of us would come for you." She bends down to pick up her clipboard, keeping a careful eye on me. "You look a little tense. Are you alright?" her eyes rested on my bloodied hand and they widened. She didn't look scared but more worried. I guess she's used to it. I mean, she should be used to it. She's a nurse. "did you take your I.V. tube out? It hurts doesn't it? I'll call a doctor to help you with it but try not to pull it out again. I'll walk you back your room." she said as she gently pressed my back towards the way I came.

I don't really want to go back to my room, but if there's someone else with me then I guess its fine. We continue to walk down to the room and the nurse enters before I do to prepare and refresh the bed for me to lay on. She signals the okay for me to get back on the bed by patting it. I hesitate but walk over to it reluctantly. The nurse walks out and I'm left alone.

I am looking around the room. the nurse closed the window that was once opened by who knows what. I am not scared anymore for some reason, but I can't help but still feel the presence of whatever was here before. It hasn't left. It's still here... my ear twitches and my head spins to the right. I could've sworn something was there.

"Morin." The voice breathed out. Good. They enunciated this time. Wait... Martin?

"Martin?" I call out, looking around for a sign. Nothing. Great, Martin's spirit didn't go to the light and now he's back to haunt me and get back at me for all the times I scared him shitless.

"Morin! Get away! Wahee uh!" I didn't catch the last part.

"what? Martin? Say it agai-"

The doorknob turns slowly. Too slowly and creepily for it to be the nurse. I grab a fork off the food tray on the nightstand and prepare myself for the worst...