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Death is Black and White
She Watches.
In a heartbeat I’m tearing down the hallway, ignoring all the quizzical looks from security guards and nurses. “220, 222, 223,” I mutter, reading the plates next to each door. “I’m going the wrong way.”
I spin on my heel and nearly slam into a tall, balding security guard. “Where’s 248?” I ask frantically, before he can say anything to stop me.
“Are you supposed to be here, young lady?” he asks in an even tone, ignoring my question. “I can’t have you running around here like this, it’s not a playground.”
I roll my eyes and push past him, then race to the next hallway. 244, 246, then finally 248 is at the end of the hall, next to a large and sickeningly familiar window. I run faster but stop, overwhelmed by a strong feeling of anxiety. It’s like hitting a brick wall. A brick wall covered in spikes.
Dread washes over me and I hear light footsteps coming from behind, too light to be Sam’s or the security guard’s or Josh’s. They’re too light to be human. Why didn’t I just tell Samantha to leave the hospital right away? Why am I so stupid? The room is exactly where it was in the vision. Right by the window. My head is spinning , and the lights in this end of the hallway seem dimmer than everywhere else. The anxious feeling coiling around me is foreign, not my own. It feels like the anger that Lotty made me feel when I was in the hospital during winter break, and it gets stronger with the sound of each tiny footstep.
I don’t want to turn around, don’t want to see her face, so I wait for her to pass me. She just stares ahead, seemingly oblivious of my standing there, while her blonde curls swing behind her with each slow step. She’s focused on the door, and not much else. She stops a few feet from it and waits.
I can’t take it, just standing there while Lotty waits for Samantha to fall into a deathtrap is ridiculous. I take a shaky step closer. Lotty turns her attention toward me, as if she’s just now noticing my presence. Her innocent brown eyes make me furious. She’s so fake, with her small smile and shiny hair. I’ve never focused on her like this before, and the longer I stare, the more imperfections stand out. Her skin is a little bit too pale, her eyes are glassy, and her hair looks plastic, like a doll’s. This isn’t Lotty, this is a cheap imitation of what she used to be before she became a murderer. I only see what she wants me to, not what she has been condemned to, like what I see in the mirror. Images of the blonde girl flash before my eyes. She’s with her brother, in the dark. She’s mad at him, and uneasy. She feels lost, like she’s being watched.
I’ve seen this before, but never felt it. I’m seeing an image of her right before she killed her brother. That was before everything went downhill for her. But what made her want to kill him? I’m so caught up in staring at Lotty that I'm thrown off guard when the door swings open. Everything happens at once, or at least in about a three second time span. Samantha steps out of the room, and the black haired girl from my vision follows closely behind, trying to pull her back into the room.
“I said stay here!” She pleads.
“No, Yuki!” Samantha tries to pull away her arm and drops the pair of shiny scissors onto the floor.
Do it, Lotty, a raspy voice rings through my mind.
I gasp and Lotty looks stunned as she glances over my shoulder then turns her attention back to Samantha, and the scissors start to shake slightly. Yuki sees the movement and reacts so quickly, she looks like a ninja. She pushes Samantha away just in time for the blades to stick into the wall, missing Samantha. She stumbles back and Lotty snarls then lifts her hand up, causing the huge window to shatter. We all duck and tiny shards of glass go flying everywhere, stinging my back. When the glass is done falling, I take my hands away from my eyes and look around.
“Oh my God,” Yuki whispers. Samantha is nowhere to be found.
I go up to the window and peer down, where Samantha’s broken body lays. Her leg is bent at an awkward angle and the left side of her head is bleeding. “Samantha?” I yell down at her. “Can you hear me?”
For a second I fear that she broke her spine or is severely concussed, but she shakes her head. “I think my leg’s broken,” she croaks.
I let out a huge sigh of relief and turn around. “She’s not dead!”
Lotty is shaking with rage, and disappears screaming. I glance at Yuki and my eye catches something behind her. A few feet away stands a tall, sickly thin woman with long, dark, and slightly graying hair that hangs limp around her shoulders. Her eyes are black holes in her face and it’s hard to concentrate on any of her other facial features. She wears a tattered white dress and radiates a sick discomfort. The White Lady. She shakes her head disappointedly, then turns around to start walking away. At the end of the hall, Josh, Sam, and Lissi are standing together with the same sickened expressions on their faces. A pack of security guards have gathered to see what’s going on.
When the White Lady disappears around the corner, I sprint back to my friends. The anxious feeling that I assume Lotty had something to do with is gone, and I scream for someone to go help Samantha. A few guards take off running, and push past me, probably to see if Yuki’s okay. One pulls out a taser and shocks Yuki, and she falls to the ground. Since when do they have tasers?
“What are you doing?” I yell.
One of them takes out a walkie talkie and mumbles into it. The taser didn’t do much (Yuki seems to be a lot tougher than she looks) but it wasn’t necessary because Yuki goes with them without a fight. I don’t understand. “Don’t worry,” the other guard says. “She won’t hurt you guys now. We’ve got her.”
“What?” I protest. “She just saved Samantha’s life!”
The first guard gives the second one a knowing look. A she’s obviously insane, too look. Then turns to me and says in a condescending voice, “Don’t worry, she won’t be pushing people out of windows any time soon. We’ve just called the police. We can have someone escort you back to your room, if you’d like. And where is your hospital gown?”
I roll my eyes. “She didn’t push her out of the window! It was…well, it wasn’t her!”
I don’t want to tell the truth, because they obviously didn’t even notice the White Lady or Lotty. “All right,” the other guy says dismissively. He points at Josh and Sam. “Are you guys all together? I suggest you clear out before we have to kick you out.”
They act like this is an everyday occurrence. Josh grabs my hand and starts pulling me away, but I don’t move. “We can’t just leave her! She’s innocent!” I feel like I owe this girl my life, even if it’s not mine that she saved. She deserves to be rewarded, not arrested.
The look on Josh’s face looks as pained as mine, but Lissi steps in. “Leave her,” she says softly.
“Natalie?” I ask, because Lissi would never sound so timid. She nods.
“Trust me,” she says. “She’s been wanting this since she got here. I’ll explain it in my room.”
“But how do you know that?” I question.
She glances back at Yuki and the guards walking away. “Her best friend’s ghost still hangs around. Yuki killed her.”
I spin on my heel and nearly slam into a tall, balding security guard. “Where’s 248?” I ask frantically, before he can say anything to stop me.
“Are you supposed to be here, young lady?” he asks in an even tone, ignoring my question. “I can’t have you running around here like this, it’s not a playground.”
I roll my eyes and push past him, then race to the next hallway. 244, 246, then finally 248 is at the end of the hall, next to a large and sickeningly familiar window. I run faster but stop, overwhelmed by a strong feeling of anxiety. It’s like hitting a brick wall. A brick wall covered in spikes.
Dread washes over me and I hear light footsteps coming from behind, too light to be Sam’s or the security guard’s or Josh’s. They’re too light to be human. Why didn’t I just tell Samantha to leave the hospital right away? Why am I so stupid? The room is exactly where it was in the vision. Right by the window. My head is spinning , and the lights in this end of the hallway seem dimmer than everywhere else. The anxious feeling coiling around me is foreign, not my own. It feels like the anger that Lotty made me feel when I was in the hospital during winter break, and it gets stronger with the sound of each tiny footstep.
I don’t want to turn around, don’t want to see her face, so I wait for her to pass me. She just stares ahead, seemingly oblivious of my standing there, while her blonde curls swing behind her with each slow step. She’s focused on the door, and not much else. She stops a few feet from it and waits.
I can’t take it, just standing there while Lotty waits for Samantha to fall into a deathtrap is ridiculous. I take a shaky step closer. Lotty turns her attention toward me, as if she’s just now noticing my presence. Her innocent brown eyes make me furious. She’s so fake, with her small smile and shiny hair. I’ve never focused on her like this before, and the longer I stare, the more imperfections stand out. Her skin is a little bit too pale, her eyes are glassy, and her hair looks plastic, like a doll’s. This isn’t Lotty, this is a cheap imitation of what she used to be before she became a murderer. I only see what she wants me to, not what she has been condemned to, like what I see in the mirror. Images of the blonde girl flash before my eyes. She’s with her brother, in the dark. She’s mad at him, and uneasy. She feels lost, like she’s being watched.
I’ve seen this before, but never felt it. I’m seeing an image of her right before she killed her brother. That was before everything went downhill for her. But what made her want to kill him? I’m so caught up in staring at Lotty that I'm thrown off guard when the door swings open. Everything happens at once, or at least in about a three second time span. Samantha steps out of the room, and the black haired girl from my vision follows closely behind, trying to pull her back into the room.
“I said stay here!” She pleads.
“No, Yuki!” Samantha tries to pull away her arm and drops the pair of shiny scissors onto the floor.
Do it, Lotty, a raspy voice rings through my mind.
I gasp and Lotty looks stunned as she glances over my shoulder then turns her attention back to Samantha, and the scissors start to shake slightly. Yuki sees the movement and reacts so quickly, she looks like a ninja. She pushes Samantha away just in time for the blades to stick into the wall, missing Samantha. She stumbles back and Lotty snarls then lifts her hand up, causing the huge window to shatter. We all duck and tiny shards of glass go flying everywhere, stinging my back. When the glass is done falling, I take my hands away from my eyes and look around.
“Oh my God,” Yuki whispers. Samantha is nowhere to be found.
I go up to the window and peer down, where Samantha’s broken body lays. Her leg is bent at an awkward angle and the left side of her head is bleeding. “Samantha?” I yell down at her. “Can you hear me?”
For a second I fear that she broke her spine or is severely concussed, but she shakes her head. “I think my leg’s broken,” she croaks.
I let out a huge sigh of relief and turn around. “She’s not dead!”
Lotty is shaking with rage, and disappears screaming. I glance at Yuki and my eye catches something behind her. A few feet away stands a tall, sickly thin woman with long, dark, and slightly graying hair that hangs limp around her shoulders. Her eyes are black holes in her face and it’s hard to concentrate on any of her other facial features. She wears a tattered white dress and radiates a sick discomfort. The White Lady. She shakes her head disappointedly, then turns around to start walking away. At the end of the hall, Josh, Sam, and Lissi are standing together with the same sickened expressions on their faces. A pack of security guards have gathered to see what’s going on.
When the White Lady disappears around the corner, I sprint back to my friends. The anxious feeling that I assume Lotty had something to do with is gone, and I scream for someone to go help Samantha. A few guards take off running, and push past me, probably to see if Yuki’s okay. One pulls out a taser and shocks Yuki, and she falls to the ground. Since when do they have tasers?
“What are you doing?” I yell.
One of them takes out a walkie talkie and mumbles into it. The taser didn’t do much (Yuki seems to be a lot tougher than she looks) but it wasn’t necessary because Yuki goes with them without a fight. I don’t understand. “Don’t worry,” the other guard says. “She won’t hurt you guys now. We’ve got her.”
“What?” I protest. “She just saved Samantha’s life!”
The first guard gives the second one a knowing look. A she’s obviously insane, too look. Then turns to me and says in a condescending voice, “Don’t worry, she won’t be pushing people out of windows any time soon. We’ve just called the police. We can have someone escort you back to your room, if you’d like. And where is your hospital gown?”
I roll my eyes. “She didn’t push her out of the window! It was…well, it wasn’t her!”
I don’t want to tell the truth, because they obviously didn’t even notice the White Lady or Lotty. “All right,” the other guy says dismissively. He points at Josh and Sam. “Are you guys all together? I suggest you clear out before we have to kick you out.”
They act like this is an everyday occurrence. Josh grabs my hand and starts pulling me away, but I don’t move. “We can’t just leave her! She’s innocent!” I feel like I owe this girl my life, even if it’s not mine that she saved. She deserves to be rewarded, not arrested.
The look on Josh’s face looks as pained as mine, but Lissi steps in. “Leave her,” she says softly.
“Natalie?” I ask, because Lissi would never sound so timid. She nods.
“Trust me,” she says. “She’s been wanting this since she got here. I’ll explain it in my room.”
“But how do you know that?” I question.
She glances back at Yuki and the guards walking away. “Her best friend’s ghost still hangs around. Yuki killed her.”
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Ehh what do you think? I feel like I could have done better with this :/ but then again, I've been really hard on myself lately. Comment and tell me :D