If you want to read chapter 2, click here. I realise the chapters are quite short, but that’s on purpose. I hope you will enjoy this week’s instalment.
“You’re real,” I said softly when the boy moved closer to my bed.
He looked nervous, his eyes darting around the room. It took a moment before his eyes found mine. He smiled when he saw me and came a little closer.
“You’re okay,” he said, ignoring my statement.
“I am. They said you weren’t really around at the time of the accident. That I imagined you. But you’re here, right? Or am I imagining this too?” I asked.
He moved even closer until he was right next to my bed. He didn’t speak, but he looked at me like he was looking right into my soul. It made me feel very uncomfortable. Once again he did not reply to me.
“At least tell me your name,” I begged.
He took my hand in his and kissed it. I wasn’t sure how to respond to this. My cheeks burned and I averted my gaze. I didn’t feel so confident now.
“You can call me the Stranger,” he answered.
His attitude annoyed me. I wanted answers, but he was giving me nothing. I pulled my hand back and crossed my arms. It did not seem to impress him at all.
“Holly, I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I have to ask you to come with me again,” the Stranger said and he flashed me an apologetic smile.
“Go where?” I asked.
“Do you remember when you died and I asked you if you wanted to live and you said yes and I brought you back to life?” he said, “well, that was a mistake. You’re supposed to be dead.”
It did not immediately dawn on me what he was implying. When it did, I got out of my bed as fast as I could and backed against the wall. I tried to calculate the distance between myself and the door and wondered if smashing the window was a good idea to escape instead.
“You’re going to make this hard for me, aren’t you?” the Stranger sighed.
I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. “Well, you are basically saying you are going to kill me. That’s enough reason for me to put up a fight,” I snapped at him.
“You don’t understand. It’s for your own good. If you stay here then, well, bad things will happen.”
I moved a little closer to the door, inch by inch, until I was almost at the door opening.
“You can’t bring me back to life and then come in and say it was all a mistake. Who are you anyway? Death?” I shouted at him now.
He shrugged. “Close. I will explain it all if you’ll just come with me.”
A nurse walked into my room the very moment he tried to approach me. She found me backed against the wall and seemed worried. She did not notice the strange boy in the room with me, or if she did, she didn’t show.
“Are you okay?” she asked as she reached out a hand.
I did not take it. I pointed at the spot where the Stranger had been, but he had disappeared. Of course he had. He was making me look like a raging lunatic.
It only took a fraction of a second before I realised what I had to do. I pushed the nurse aside and ran out of the room. I passed sterile room and ran through nearly deserted halls to find my way out of this place. Somewhere in the distance I heard the nurse shout at me and ask for help. I didn’t stop running and nobody tried to get in my way. I knew it was night, but I had expected to find at least some doctors or nurses try to stop me by now.
I made my way into the elevator. I smashed the buttons and the doors closed. I finally had some time to catch my breath.
“Hello Holly,” a voice behind me said.
I almost strained my neck as I turned around and was greeted by Doctor Shaw. I hadn’t seen him when I entered the elevator and was certain that he hadn’t been in there before. But I had more than one reason to believe that I was losing my mind.
I nodded as a greeting and I turned around again. Perhaps he wasn’t aware of my great escape yet and I could just pretend all was fine. I felt my face burning again.
“Are you out for your evening walk?” Doctor Shaw asked.
The mocking tone in his voice was obvious. “I am,” I replied with as much confidence as I could muster.
The elevator came to a halt, yet the doors did not open. I turned and saw Doctor Shaw’s hand on the stop button. My heart was hammering in my chest but I did not want him to notice. I had no idea what was going on, but a part of me prayed this was all a bad dream.
“You’ve been through so much and are so hurt, yet you still find the strength to run away from something? What scared you?” Doctor Shaw said.
I heard the sound of him moving towards me. There was no escape. I was stuck in the elevator and frozen to the spot.
“Let me save you,” he whispered.
He was so close I could feel his warm breath on my skin. I shivered. His hand touched my arm and I moved away from him as fast as I could.
Every hope I had of Doctor Shaw being able to save me disappeared the moment I looked at him. A devilish smirk played on his face. His eyes were a shade of yellow.
“Thanks, but I don’t need saving,” I managed to say.
I hoped that my voice didn’t shake as much as I felt it did. I felt my back touch the wall once again, but this time there was no way to escape.
Doctor Shaw approached me with a hunger I had never seen in a man before.
“Are you going to kill me?” I asked.
I felt so small and fragile. Doctor Shaw stopped coming towards me and laughed.
“I am not going to kill you. But you have seen something that I want to see. So I will just take your memories and leave your empty body here on the floor. Does that sound okay?”
He moved with the speed of a predator and before I could react, his hand was already around my throat. I tried to fight him, but it only blocked my airways more. It was over.
“Now this might hurt a little,” Doctor Shaw smiled as his other hand moved towards my eyes..