Part: 9

“Here…” The doctor said, snapping me out of whatever trance I was in as she tossed the hospital nightgown towards me. “Put those on.” Scanning the room, I furrowed my brows. When did we get up here? “Are you alright?”

I nodded my head, trying to dismiss her concerned stares and got up to head to the bathroom. In my haze I couldn’t help but feel off… like everything was wrong. Putting on my clothes, I stared at my reflection. I look healthy. I thought to myself. Turning away to head out the door, but stopping, seeing something odd from the corner of my eyes. Looking in the mirror I noticed it was my arm, the vein in it began to turn a very dark purple then ink black. Freaking out, I watched in horror as it snaked up my arm. In my desperate attempts to shake it out, hoping it would go back to normal or something. Through my futile attempts, it made its way up to my face, I almost screamed as the black veins went into my eyes and turned them milky white. W~What’s going on? I backed up, when a stabbing pain shot into my stomach. Lifting my shirt, I saw more inky black veins. What’s going on? What’s going on? What’s going on? I thought desperately. I wanted to scream out, but the pain brought me to my knees and forced the scream to stay lodged in my throat. I opened my mouth again to try and call the doctor, when the pain stopped. Nervously checking my body, everything was back to normal.

Knock! knock!

“Is everything alright in there?”

Pushing myself to stand on shaky legs, I compose myself and then reached out to open the door. Forcing a smile on my face, “I’m fine.” I lied, deciding to not tell her for fear of what they might do.

Trudging toward the bed, I slid inside. The doctor clipped my finger inside of the finger pulse oximeter and my heart beat began beeping beside me. Laying back onto the pillow, I watched as she left. Bored, I turned on the tv and watched some shows till the room went dark and the televisions light blanketed the room with its fluorescents. With a tired sighed, I averted my gaze from the tv and turned to go to sleep. Feeling like I was being watched, I opened my eyes and saw someone propped up in the tree, just outside the window staring at me. My heart beat picked up the pace, yet oddly enough, I couldn’t hear the monitor beside me. Wanting to see what was wrong, but my body wouldn’t comply with my demands, forcing me to watch as that thing reached out slowly towards me. I should be safe behind the windo… my thoughts drifted away as terror turned my blood cold. It’s arm went straight through it and all I could do was open my mouth, stuck in a silent scream.