One shot story

Stigmata

“Stigmata”
—IvanMatsunaga

Ever since I was a kid I have this rare disease that people called stigmata, both of my palm bleed when I feel a strong hatred to someone or when I'm angry.

Some people calls me freak but the church believes that it's a gift, that I can drive bad spirits away.

But for my situation it was different, I attract bad spirits and they are around me. Watching me, sometimes they tell me to do bad things.

And I obeyed them.

I grow up and became a doctor, my past was behind me now. I can control my anger.

“Doc! Doc! A patient in room 404 is—”

We heard a loud thud and a fellow doctor went flying out room 404, all the people on the hallway ran.

The nurse screamed in fear when a lady wearing a white hospital gown walked out of the room, like a zombie, lifeless.

She stared at me with her scary smile, blood is dripping all over her mouth.

I winced when I felt a sharp pain on both my palm, I've never felt that pain ever since my family died.

The crazy woman grabbed the patient who was beside her and tried to tangled her neck.

Without hesitation i helped the girl and pushed the crazy patient away.

“You..” she pointed at me. “You're just like me, an evil person.” she laughed like a maniac while walking towards our direction.

For a moment my breathing stopped when I remembered something. Fire, a knife dripping with blood in my hands.

“You killed your own family, didn't you?” she smiled.

I can feel my own blood dripping in both of my palms.

“You were cursed! Cursed with that thing in your palms!”

“Everyone bullied you, everyone thinks you're a freak! You're alone and no one will love you!”

My anger was like a blazing fire and someone's telling me to tangled that crazy patients neck but a hand stopped me.

The girl I saved showed me her left palm and I saw a fresh wound and blood, like what's on my palm.

She smiled at me.

“It's not a cursed but a gift, you didn't kill your family, the evils inside your head did.”

After staring at her face, i felt like a huge burden was lifted inside of my heart.

We stopped when the crazy patient came running towards us, before she could reach us, my blood came in contact with her face and I saw how she screamed in pain while her face is burning in fire.

After a few seconds the crazy patients face changed, but somehow she looks familiar. I turned around and saw the girl I saved.

She looks like the crazy patient.

“Thank you for saving my body.” she smiled and disappeared.

Bear with the errors