ST- Prologue

Alright well here is the prologue.. I have changed this so many times.. ha I am mostly happy with it, though the beginning part is still giving me problems, but oh well! After I post the chapters here I am going to try this new writing method I learned and see if that helps at all.. so who knows.. anyways.. two posts in one day! Crazy I know! Enjoy and may you always be reading!! =)



Sweet Torture


Prologue:



“Do you have to go to the army? We need you here. Your father is sick and I can’t take care of him by myself.”

“I’m sorry, but I need to do this. If I am recruited, I get paid for it and I can send it back here to help you out.” Her eyes pleaded with me, but I gave her a big hug and headed out the door towards the recruiting tents. As I left one word, “Drake…” floated to my ears.



Valentine had been doing this recruiting job for a while, trying to find his perfect match. When he had been made he never thought he would get bored or lonely enough with this life to want a companion by his side; but now he did. He craved for someone who would follow him no matter what and maybe every once in a while allow for some good conversation. He basically wanted a minion, albeit a smart minion.



Valentine tried not to look bored telling these men yes or no, telling them whether they were good enough to sacrifice their life for their country or not. They were just humans; he didn’t care if all of them died as long as he could find his companion. As long as he could find the one to turn, to make like himself, the one who would be the perfect match for him. He perked up a little as the energy hit him; someone in line smelled delicious and Valentine wanted him. Valentine started saying yes to everyone, not even looking at their papers, eager to have this man in front of him,

The closer he got the more his smell intoxicated Valentine. He must have that man for himself. Valentine touched the young man’s mind and discovered that his dad was dying and he was the only son. He also found out the young man’s name; “Drake…” Valentine whispered to himself. Valentine forced his way into the thoughts of the office talking to Drake,, telling the man that Drake was not to be let into the army; he was an only son with a sick dad, he had to be there to help his dad and to support his mom.

From Valentine’s seat, he could hear Drake’s frustration when he was rejected and Valentine let a small smile play across his lips before telling more men yes or no. He saw Drake turn to leave and knew that he had to get to Drake’s house before he did. Valentine left his table; making sure to insert thoughts into the other officer’s minds, letting them think it was OK for him to leave. No one questioned him as he left and he was at Drake’s house two seconds later. Upon entering Drake’s house, Drake’s mom was the first person Valentine saw. He was immediately upon her before she even had a chance to see him, taking a snack from her, then breaking her neck. He went into the father’s room, saw him looking so pathetic lying in bed and cut his throat open. The blood smelled sickly; Valentine left it untouched, he would wait for Drake. A few minutes later Drake walked through the door saying, “Well you got your wish, Ma, they rejected me. Said they wouldn’t take a dying father’s only…” Drake stopped, taking in the scene around him. He saw his mom, half sitting in her favorite chair, her head at an odd angle. An acrid smell hit his nose; the smell of blood strong in the small house. “What in the hell…?” Valentine grabbed Drake’s shoulder, forcing him to turn and face him. Drake was instantly lost in Valentine’s eyes; he saw only joy there, joy that he had always wanted, away from his sick father and tired mother. “Celestine…”, Drake whispered, seeing her in Valentine’s eyes, reaching out to her, trying to keep her with him.. Drake grimaced as Valentine drew his mouth closer to Drake’s neck, but the grimace soon turned to a grin as the pain of Valentine’s teeth was replaced with pure joy; albeit fake joy, but joy that Drake had only ever known with his elusive girl, Celestine, and would never know again.

Ugly Hands

Here is something I am in the process of working on... I like this one, I just need to edit it and fix a few problems with it.. plus figure out where it is going.. But this is one of my favorite short stories, besides "The Patient" (which I actually want to make into a longer story because I really like that one!) Also, I think to help me out I am going to post ST chapter by chapter so I can kind of step away from it and see each chapter apart from the rest of the story... anyways, enjoy!



I stared at the cars, mesmerized by their movements. They reminded me of a ballet: these two cars changing lanes at exactly the same time, as if they were choreographed, that car changing lanes right after the one if front of it, as if they were partners following one another. I kept staring at the cars until I caught site of my hands on the steering wheel. Those ugly, hateful things… those stupid things that couldn’t even… that wouldn’t even…


BAM!

I had been so focused on my ugly hands that I hadn’t noticed that the SUV in front of me had stopped until I had ran into it. Murphy’s Law at its finest. I put my head on the steering wheel, trying to avoid those ugly things at the bottom of my arms. How could I? How could she? I couldn’t even… I mean, I was supposed to be trained in this… A loud groan escaped my lips as I lifted my head, shaking it to try and clear it. These thoughts were getting me nowhere; I had to deal with the present.

Both of us waited until traffic started moving again, and then we pulled over to the shoulder. I was waiting for a huge, muscle-bound jock to come out and start wailing on me; instead a tiny thing with bright red hair struggled from the driver’s side. She looked to be in tears. ‘I don’t want to deal with this right now! She is going to blame me of course, but she shouldn’t have stopped!’ I knew it was my fault, but in accidents, you always blame the other person first. With a sigh, I got out of my car and starting walking over to this twenty something so we could figure this out and both be on our way.

As soon as I got close enough to her, I could hear she was babbling. “Oh my God, what am I going to do? This is my dad’s car and he is going to kill me! I knew I couldn’t handle this thing, it was totally my fault. How am I even going to get all this fixed?” Tears were streaming down her face and she was staring at me with these big beautiful brown eyes. I got lost in them, mesmerized by them. I couldn’t look away, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak; I could only stare. I saw her eyes turn from fear to confusion, not sure what I was staring at. But I couldn’t look away; I couldn’t bring a coherent thought to the surface to have a conversation with her. Those eyes… those eyes… eyes…

“Um… Mr.? Are you OK?” She gently touched my arm, waking me up. “Oh… yeah… I’m fine. It was completely my fault, I wasn’t paying attention. I will pay for any damage done."
I was staring at my hands. "My ugly hands… my horrible hands, those things that are supposed to help me. Instead they rip the life away… wait… no… that’s not right… it was her fault, not mine… her’s! If she hadn’t… then everything… my ugly hands…” I stopped abruptly, realizing that I was rambling and I looked at her again, seeing her eyes change from confusion back to fear. I stared into those eyes again, but before I could drown in them, I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket to get a business card out.

I stared at the card. Dr. Phillip Seizemore; Ph. D. Physician, with an emphasis in Cardiology.Pft, yeah… Doctor… until these ugly hands of mine… I shook my head, violently, to clear it so that I could take care of the transaction at hand. Ha… hand… I looked at the girl and noticed she had backed away from me, scared I would do something to her. For some reason, this thought excited me. I walked towards her, holding my hand out to give her the business card, but before I could give it to her, she saw something in my eyes. She gave a little scream and ran back to her car, jumping into the driver’s seat. Oh I loved that scream. I wanted to hear more, hear it louder; it was turning me on and I could feel something in my loins stirring. I groaned again, this time from pleasure. Oh the things I could do to her… I physically shook my entire body. ‘Not now, on the side of the freeway… get the thing at hand done’. Thing at hand… how ironic; I kept doing that. I walked over to her car and put the card on the dash, knowing if I touched her, she would most likely hit me. I longed to touch her… to touch that skin… those… hands…

“Just call me when you get the repairs done and I will give you the money for it.” I saw her nod, then she reached out her arm to close the door. I brushed it with my fingertips and I heard her give a little yelp. I laughed at that and backed away, letting her leave. She slammed the door closed and took off as fast as she could. I rubbed my crotch, the pleasure returning, but then I thought of my hands. I held them up to my face. Those hateful things again. I stared at them, and they stared back, as if asking me what I was going to go about it, what I was going to do about what they had done. My own wife… but… it wasn’t my fault! It was her! All her! If that nurse had just… Then the left one, out of nowhere, reached back and slapped me, hard. I stared at it accusingly, but they looked so innocent, as if they had done nothing wrong, including the slap I still felt on my cheek. I shook my head again, looked at my watch, and realized I had been standing by the side of the freeway for a good ten minutes, staring at my hands. Time to leave. I hadn’t been home for 42 hours and I needed sleep and a shower. Maybe then I would deal with the little twenty something, and my hands could finally do something good for me.

Alright definitely no more depressing posts! Time to be happy and just work on my writing. I fell into a depressing spiral again but I need to stop doing that so I'll try my best!
Anyways, I got an iPad for my bday!! How awesome is that?? I'm writing on it right now! So I am trying to do the 365 project for writing.. I also took another writing class so good for me! Heh so the writing prompts aren't all short entries or stories, but it's a lot of writing in different styles, so as soon as we get a new keyboard at my second job (the one we have now is just awful) I am going to start transcribing the things I have been writing to this blog. I always accept constructive criticism because I really am trying to be better at what I do.
In the writing class I took, the teacher also taught a different method on how to get your novel done so I am going to try that and see what happens! I started it but my heart wasn't really into it, so I need to start over. I think because I have worked on my novel so much it's a bit disheartening to start again; but supposedly this method will help me actually write the whole thing so we will see what happens!
Anyways, many happy days of writing to you!

The adventures of ShanDrew!

haha OK this was just something fun I did for Andrew as an anniversary gift! He loved it! I know it isn't my best writing, but I think since I knew it wasn't going to be judged I just had a lot of fun writing it.. heh Maybe I will hon it later so that it is grammatically correct and all that, but I just loved writing it so for now I will keep it as is! Enjoy.. =)

The Adventures of ShanDrew

Chapter 1

                There was once a girl named Shannon. She was pretty happy with her life, or at least she thought she was. She was in school, taking English classes, she was in Colorguard, having a blast, and she had a boyfriend, Stan, younger than her but seemingly as mature as her. On the other side of town, there was a boy named Andrew. He also seemed to be pretty happy with how things were going in his life; he was going to one of the best colleges in the country, having parties with his buddies at his apartment and dating a hot, albeit a little crazy, girl, Heather. Things could not be better for the two of them!

These two people, although they did not know it at the time, were destined to be together. As it happens, Shannon knew Heather. They were both in Colorguard together and had become very close. One day Heather thinks it is a good idea that Shannon and Andrew should meet, because, why not? What girl doesn’t want to introduce their boyfriend to their best friend?

Heather decides to throw a little party at her house to celebrate the New Year and thinks that this would be the best time to introduce everyone to her man. She goes on and on about him and shows his picture around so everyone is extremely curious to meet him. Is he really as great as she says? In his picture he is cute enough, but what is he like in real life? The day of the party draws near and excitement starts to mount. No one can wait to relieve the stress that is school at this party.  Finally! Party time! Everyone is dressed in their best, sipping wine (well Shannon is sipping sparkling cider, none of the hard stuff for her, thank you!) and having a great time. Andrew finally arrives at the party and when he steps through the door, his eyes almost immediately fall upon Shannon.

Chapter 2

“Wow… he is really cute!” Thinks Shannon.

“Ah man… she is hotter than Heather!” Thinks Andrew.

Neither of them let these emotions show on their faces, however. They are both taken after all! But they greet each other and become fast friends. They have a lot in common with their love for reading and comic books. They are both easy going and love going to the movies. They both love animals and are very close to their families. Even on that first night they had a lot to talk about and started getting to know each other.

Because Andrew knew Stan from their old school, the four of them became really close and started doing everything together; going bowling, going to the movies, just having a great time together. There was even a weekend in San Diego where… well let’s just say fun times were had by all!  It was a good weekend and it seemed to strengthen everyone’s relationship, even the friendship developing between Shannon and Andrew, even if he was a little weirded out by her putting on deodorant in front of him!

 Although it was always there burning in the back of their minds, Shannon and Andrew hid their attraction to each other. No one knew about it but themselves. 

Things were going along great when all of a sudden change Heather went and messed everything up (although in the end, this was for the better, but no one knew that at the time!) Heather had joined the social networking site, MyFace, mostly because she wanted to find old friends from high school. Heather started finding these old friends but at the same time started finding an old ex-boyfriend who she still had strong feelings for. Heather started to question her and Andrew’s relationship, going back and forth between the two men, not able to make up her mind.  Shannon tried to be a good friend to Heather, but Andrew was such a wonderful person, it was hard for her to take Heather’s side. But as a friend, she listened to Heather talk about whom she wanted more, which one was better for her. Shannon tried very hard to convince her it was Andrew, but Heather was not persuaded so easily.

Heather decided to have a talk with Andrew to try and figure things out, but most likely to end it with him. Shannon knew this was going to end in disaster, so she decided to tag along. What happened next so amazed Shannon that it took all her willpower to not dump her boyfriend right then and there and be with Andrew.

Chapter 3

Shannon and Heather met Andrew at his place, Heather trying to go somewhere Andrew would feel the most comfortable. Heather started to tell Andrew how she felt, where she thought this relationship was and wasn’t going and what was going on with her ex. Andrew just got more and more upset the more she talked. Pretty soon it seemed as if Andrew’s head was going to explode he was so angry.

Instead of exploding, Andrew burst into multiple copies of himself! There were 20 copies of Andrew standing around the room, looking at Heather with anger in their eyes. Shannon didn’t know what to do, so she hid behind the couch and watched the scene unfold.

Every gesture the original Andrew made, the copies made the same gesture. Every facial expression original Andrew made, the copies made as well. It was fascinating to watch 20 Andrew’s get more furious at Heather. Finally, original Andrew snapped and flung himself at Heather.

“How dare you do this to me!” he shouted as he wrapped his fingers around her neck. 40 other hands tried to do the same thing and 20 Andrew’s were filled with rage, trying to choke the life out of this girl. Her face started to turn blue and her breath was becoming raspy, her mouth trying to form words to apologize, to make it right so he would stop. Andrew must have seen something in her eyes because the fight left him as quickly as it had entered him. He, and his 20 copies, dropped their hands. Andrew took a deep breath and seemed to draw the copies back into himself until there was only one more Andrew left; the original Andrew.

“Sorry about that. You just make me so angry. I do… did everything for you and I loved you and this is how you treat me?” The two seemed to have forgotten about Shannon hiding behind the couch because they continued their relationship discussion. After a few minutes, Shannon got tired of hiding, got tired of hearing Heather’s voice and hearing her excuses; Andrew was the nicest guy in the world and she was treating him like crap. Shannon reached underneath her shirt and drew the two short blades that were hiding there. She quietly crept around the couch until she had Heather in her sites. All of a sudden, Shannon screamed, jumped from behind the couch, stabbed Heather in the heart and sliced her throat open at the same time. It was so quick that Heather didn’t even have time to scream. Andrew looked stunned for a moment then regained his composure.

“That… was hot… “

“You weren’t so bad yourself.” Shannon smirked, wiped the blood off her blades then walked out the door.

Chapter 4

Things calmed down a bit after that. Shannon was still with Stan but all she thought about was Andrew. She was jealous of every girl that Andrew talked about and dated. All she wanted to do was hang out with him and be around him. His power was extraordinary and Shannon wanted to find out everything about it; about him.  They hung out on several occasions and started becoming close friends, always trying to hide their attraction from each other because it was never the right time for them to be together.  Nothing eventful happened for a few years until Shannon discovered a secret that Stan had been hiding for some time.

One morning Shannon was on the computer, one that she shared with Stan, when she saw a folder labeled “The plan”. Since they had been together for so long, Shannon assumed that this was a plan for Stan to propose to her. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw the pictures of naked teenage girls in the folder. Each picture had a title to it, which seemed to be the girl’s name. They also each had a date on them, going back to before her and Stan had even met. “What the f…” She quickly pulled up Mozilla and started typing the girls name into Google. Each girl she typed in turned out to be on a missing child’s report. “What is going on here? What did I just find?” Shannon thought she heard the front door close, but didn’t turn around to see if Stan was home; she had just seen videos as well. Shannon was about to click on the first one when…

“Hon I’m home!” The voice came from right outside the bedroom door. “Crap… I can’t let him know that I saw this!” Shannon frantically started closing the folder and opening up a different site on the internet. She clicked on the first favorite she saw and a sigh of relief escaped her lips as her banks name came into view just has Stan walked through the bedroom door.

“Hey what are you doing, hon?” Stan asked with a huge smile on his face, sounding more cheerful than usual.

“Oh nothing… just checking my bank account and email and stuff. You know, the usual!” Shannon answered, trying to match his cheerfulness. “I forgot to tell you, I am going out with my friend Angie tonight. Hope you don’t mind?”

“No of course not! Hope you two have fun, I’ll just be here watching TV.”

“Great… well I better get going then!” Shannon quickly turned off the computer, grabbed her purse and ran out the front door.

Chapter 5

Shannon thought for sure that Stan had seen her going through his folder and as soon as she got in the car she called Andrew.

“Hi… sorry, I didn’t know who else to call… I just… you are one of my closest friends now… you have your power… I just… had no one else…” Shannon was having a hard time breathing and her heart was pounding as she tried to get these words out, all the while trying to decipher what it was she just saw.

“Whoa whoa, slow down. I don’t mind if you called me! What is going on? What’s wrong?”

“It’s just… I think… Stan… young women… pictures and videos… missing children! Oh God!” Shannon felt tears stream down her cheeks. She couldn’t get the words out, couldn’t explain how horrible the pictures were.

“OK… deep breath. Why don’t you come over and you can tell me what’s going on? Just drive carefully please… get here safely.” Andrew heard her take a deep breath.

“Alright… I will be there soon.” Shannon took another deep breath, calmed herself down then drove to Andrew’s.

“So what is happening?” Andrew asked as soon as he had opened the door, offering her a glass of water.

“You won’t believe what I found on mine and Stan’s computer!” Shannon gulped down the water, wincing as the coldness made her head hurt, and then proceeded to explain the situation to Andrew.

“… so what I think he is doing is kidnapping young girls, doing God knows what to them, then disposing of them somehow. I mean, they were all missing! Never found… I just… I can’t believe this… I need to find a way to stop him… we need to find a way to stop him! You have to help me!”

Andrew sat down, looking disgusted at everything he had just heard. “You’re right… we have to stop him. He can’t be allowed to get away with this. I still owe you from helping me with Heather after all!” Shannon ran up to Andrew and gave him a hug. “Thank you so much! I knew something was off about him and this just proves it. One of the pictures had a date three days from now, so that must be his next victim. Maybe we can find this girl and be there instead of her!”

Shannon and Andrew put their heads together to come up with a solid plan to stop Stan. The girls name was Stephanie Heymer and they were able to find her profile on FaceSpace, but no address. She was a teenager still and smart enough to know to keep her information off the internet.

Shannon let out an exasperated sigh. “Now what? How do we find her? How do we stop him?”

“First of all, you need to go home and act like nothing is happening. I will let on of my copies go home with you, to keep you safe. Make sure Stan doesn’t see him… “
Shannon looked fascinated, “You can do that??” Andrew laughed at hew awe.

 “Of course I can. And I will always know where he is, which means I will know where you are. Once Stan leaves, follow him. Take my copy then call me when you are following him. I will meet you wherever you end up and we can take it from there.”

“Thank you so much! But I want to be the one to kill him, I deserve it!” Andrew laughed again, “Don’t worry I figured as much!”

Shannon hugged Andrew, lingering for longer then she needed to. They stared into each other’s eyes for thirty seconds.

“I… uh… you have very nice arms!” And with that, Shannon walked out his door.

 

Chapter 6

When she got back to her car, there was already a copy of Andrew waiting for her.

“Ok we are going to go to my house and you just have to sleep in the car for the night, then we will follow Stan in the morning.” The Andrew copy just nodded, not saying anything. Shannon wondered if the copies could even talk.

When she got home, Stan wasn’t there so she thought she would just try and fall asleep so that the next day would come quickly. She tossed and turned all night, aware of Stan coming home and watching her for a time before climbing into bed himself. Finally, morning came.

“Alright hon, I am heading to work!” Stan shouted on his way out the door. “See you tonight!”

Shannon heard him shut the door then jumped up; throwing on the first clothes she found and ran out the door. She saw Stan’s car turn the corner just as she got to her car. She jumped in her car and followed Stan, feeling comfort in the fact that Andrew, even if it was a copy of him, was there with her.

She followed Stan for about 15 minutes before she called Andrew, letting him know they were on the move. Shannon stayed as far back as she could, hoping that Stan wouldn’t recognize her car. Stan seemed to be going in the direction of his work but finally turned onto a street that Shannon didn’t recognize. Stan stopped at a house, not turning off his car, and ran up to the door, knocking. Shannon saw a young girl answer the door and before she could say “who are you?” he grabbed her and ran back to his car. Stan practically threw the little girl into his car, and then sped off as quickly as he could. Shannon struggled to keep up, not wanting to lose him, driving recklessly, no longer caring if Stan recognized her car, just wanting to help the girl.

Finally after an hour of driving Stan stopped at a warehouse, taking Stephanie inside with him. Andrew had asked Shannon to not go in alone but she had to help the girl. She knew Andrew could sense his copy and was therefore already on his way, but it could be too late when he got there, so Shannon followed Stan inside. 

“Don’t worry Stephanie; I just want to play a game with you!”

“A game?” Shannon heard a small voice answer.

“Yeah a fun game! We are going to play model where you model some new clothes for me!” Shannon grimaced and her stomach rolled at the thought of what Stan was doing. Before he could get any further with the girl, Shannon stepped into sight.

“You leave her alone, you bastard!” Stan looked up, startled. “What the hell are you doing here? !”

“I’m here to stop you, you sick bastard!” Without waiting for an answer, Shannon ran at him, removing the swords from her back. All of a sudden she was hit with a force that made her fly backwards. She hit the ground with an “oof”, not knowing what hit her. She shook her head, trying to sit up with the world spinning around her.

“Yeah you didn’t know I could do that, did you?” Shannon raised her head enough to look at Stan. His arms were raised in front of him and they seemed to be smoking. “I have more powers then you can handle bitch!” He threw another one of his magic blasts at Shannon, engulfing her. Thank goodness her suit was fireproof, but it hurt none the less. She cried out, curling into a ball to protect her face until the flames went out. She heard Stan laughing, but then his laugh was abruptly cut off.

Shannon looked up to see 20 copies of Andrew running at Stan, all with a weapon of some sort. Stan tried to throw his magic blasts at the Andrew’s, but every time he hit one, another Andrew would appear. Pretty soon Stan was surrounded by 60 Andrew’s, all bludgeoning him. Shannon forced herself to get up, trying to not look weak. She walked over to Stan, whimpering on the ground as he was beat to an inch of his life. Putting one of her hands up, Shannon stopped the beating. “It’s my turn,” she whispered. “I never loved you” She said as she brought her sword up and cut of his head. As his head rolled on the ground, Shannon collapsed into the strong arms of Andrew. She vaguely remembered him carrying her and the girl out of the building, taking the girl back to her home and taking Shannon to his place. 

Chapter 7

“Thank God that is over!”

Andrew had nursed Shannon back to health. Afterwards, they had finally let their feelings known to each other and were now living together in a nice apartment, ready to spend their lives together.

“Yeah no kidding. Now we can relax and just be together!” Shannon snuggled closer to Andrew.

“I can’t wait to see where our lives take us”, Andrew said wrapping his arms around Shannon. “You know… I heard there was someone going around robbing people’s houses and killing the owners.” Shannon perked up at this news.

“Well then… I guess we have a duty to help stop him… “Shannon looked at Andrew. They started into each other’s eyes for a few seconds.

“But first…” Andrew and Shannon moved their faces closer together, their long kiss lasting indefinitely…

               

Life still sucks... sigh... but I am trying to think positively.. Writing for Andrew is helping a little bit, especially since it is just a fun little piece of work for our anniversary.. I shall post it when I am done!

Also... to all those people who made mean comments about my writing, I have blocked you.. if you had given me constructive criticism that I wouldn't have and we could have had a nice discussion maybe, but you were just ass holes... I don't post on here to get mean comments from people, I post on here because I love to write.. As I don't know who you are, there is no need to comment on my personal posts... I don't care if you don't like my writing, it is not for you to like, it is for me to like and to love the craft..

Anyways, hopefully I will get out of this funk and will continue to write.. things are just kinda blah at the moment.. =(

life sucks big balls right now.. I have no idea how I am going to make my car payment now..

sigh

The Patient

The Patient

By Shannon Burton

The nurse left work at 5 o'clock, a little later than she usually left. She always had the early shift, but today she had to stay longer because of that last patient... the one who had shown up after not being there for a few months now.

Last time he had been discharged, all the nurses thought he was going to be fine; even the judge said as much. The patient left with a smile on his face, talking about how he was going to go back to his wife and kids and get his whole life back together. Everyone had been so happy for him; but now the only thing everyone thought when they looked at him was horror.

The nurse shuddered at the thought of him first entering the hospital. Some of the other patients were wondering around, some were watching t.v., and still others were waiting for their medication. The nurse was getting ready to leave; and then the screams started. Screams were not uncommon at this place; in fact they were constant. These screams, however, were screams of horror, not the usual screams of the insane.

The nurse ran from her station to a terrible sight and almost could not force herself forward to help. The patient was being held down by three interns, and each person had blood all over them. One of the interns was holding the patient with only one arm because the other arm had lost two fingers. The patient seemed to be chewing something, and the nurse prayed that it was not that interns fingers.

Her prayers were not answered, however, as the patient spit out one of the fingers. She saw his throat move as he managed to swallow the other one. The intern started to silently cry as he left the patient un-attended to salvage his other finger.

"What happened?" the words feeling forced out of her mouth as she stared into the crazed eyes of the patient. His mouth turned into a scary grin, and without the help of the third intern, the patient was able to dive at the nurse and grab her around the neck. The nurse's eyes bulged as the patient started to squeeze, blood dripping from his clothes onto her white uniform.

"Do you see how good I am? Do you see how I went home and took care of my family? I got my life back on track! I got it back!! You helped me so much!" He was now shouting and laughing hysterically in her face, spit flying from his mouth to land on her cheek.

Finally, the rest of the interns, after their shock of him reacting so quickly to grab the nurse, were able to pry the patient off her and wrestle him to the ground. The nurse fell to her knees, gasping for air and holding her throat.

She managed to gasp out, "What did you do? What happened to your wife and kids?"

The patient looked at her with confusion in his eyes and just as the interns shot him with Vicadin the patient said in a quiet voice, "What wife and kids? I don't have a wife and kids..."

The nurse sat in her car, thinking over the night’s events and wondering how long it would be before she forgot them. As she started her car and headed home to her own family, she could not help but wonder what the patient had meant at the end. Did he ever have a wife and kids? Or did he mean that he did not have a wife and kids anymore...