Innocent Murderer

Innocent Murderer

  • WpView
    Reads 8
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, May 16, 2019
The patients family has finally made a decision after visiting them and it was her job to get the job done no matter how much she dislikes it. As she walk down the hallway the familiar felling of dread and guilt makes her stomach queasy. As she stops at the patients door she grabs the doorknob taking deep breaths, stalling before she has to do what she truly despises. She puts on her best smile just in case the patient's awake. Seeing they're not she lets her fake smile drop. She didn't know which one she hates the most, them being awake or them sleeping. She'd have to go with when they're asleep. When their eyes pop open, and look around in panic, she feels even more guilty. With quite steps the walks to the side of the patients bed. Her hands shake a she gets ready to kill yet another person. Carefully she pulls out the breathing tube trying to not wake the patient, but they always wake up. Their eyes pop open in panic and look around until they land on her and her hand holding the breathing tube. Understanding tears fills their eyes and slowly falls down their cheeks. The only sound in the room is the patients shallow gasps and the fast beeping of the heart monitor. In what seems like forever they finally stop breathing and the machine lets out a long beeping sound, indicating the patients death. With a heavy chest she walked out the room filled with even more regret and self-hate. Only then when she was alone in the single bathroom did she let her tears and body shaking sobs loose.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Beyond Immortality
  • A Villainess Isn't Always Evil{Forever on Haitus}
  • 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐬~𝐀 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐫
  • Until you♥️
  • Xalune - Echoes from the past
  • 0° Celsius :To Thaw A Frozen Heart ( Sample)
  • INSHALLAH
  • The unreachable mountain
  • To Believe In The Impossible

"What the fuck did we bump into?" Damien yells. The entire room rattles. Window frame movement puts too much stress on the glasses. The lights going on and off as if some weirdo is busy toying with them, the light fixture's wires become exposed, and vases crash on the ground from top cupboards followed by books and magazines. Her eyes showed nothing but pure white as she tossed and turned vigorously on the small hospital bed, blinking multiple times. "DO NOT TOUCH HIM!" She yells. This fuels the shaking edifice more. "Do something!" I scream at the doctor who is standing there flummoxed just as we are. Out of nowhere, a bright light engulfs her. "What the actual fuck?" goes the doctor dropping the clipboard in his hands. The ECG machine goes into a wild paced beeping. "DON'T! "She shouts once more sitting up, blasting us away. My back connects with a hard object behind me. The sound of shattering glasses, exploding machines and light bulbs follow .A sharp high pitch sound ringing inside my ears caused by the blast. . I feel myself getting weak as my back aches from being hit. By the time am conscious enough the sound of buzzing sockets as a result of short out wires that produce bright sparks in the now dark room are all I see and hear for a moment, lights flickering simultaneously. Later, I hear someone giving orders from outside our room accompanied by indistinct voices from agitated people being guided out of the building. My eyes scan the room searching for Damien. I heave a sigh of relief to see him laying on the ground his head leaning lazily on the door. A figure moves adjacent from me. The doctor takes closer yet cautious steps towards the girl still seated on the bed her eyes shut. "What in the world of the X-Men are you?"

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines