Olivia What the … Are they both dead? I crawled over to Liam’s body fighting nausea and excruciating headache. He wasn’t breathing. Shit! I place two fingers, on his bloodstained wrist. In the middle of the bone and tendon over his radial artery, which was situated on the thumb side. He had no pulse! It took just almost an hour to wreck everything. The triangular fragment of glass jabbed into Liam’s abdomen drenched in gore. Fingerprints were stamped over it. I squinted to see the pattern. It was a double loop. I gazed at my fingertips; arch patterns were engraved on them. They weren’t mine. Then they should have been Noah’s. I crept over to Noah on my knees and trembling hands. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It clicked me that Monica was with us as well. I checked Noah's nerves. They were throbbing. He was alive. He had a plain arched pattern on his fingers. I dragged myself over to the main door. It was still fastened from the outside. "Shit!" I messed up badly. Should've n
Olivia I leaned my head onto Tracy's bedroom door, pushing with all my force to open it. I could see the carpet of her room through the tiny gap. "Open the door, Tracy. I'm not even joking. If you don't open it in the next two minutes, young lady, you're going straight to the boarding school," I said. "But, I don't wanna go to chemo!" Her shaky voice melted my heart. That poor kid doesn't deserve to go through all that. "Honey, I'm doing what's better for you." "You're being selfish, mom. I don't want to live like this my whole life. Patients like me never recover. I heard the doctor last time." Now she was crying. I wanted to die. "Baby, open the door at least. I love you," I pleaded.She opened the door. As I walked in, something stabbed my toe. It was a fork; its prongs were bent at the top. How did she even break it into two pieces! She used a utensil to lock the door. I removed the lock from her room the last time she refused to go to chemo and locked herself in her room.
Olivia A raindrop plummeted into the puddle creating waves in the water. Tiny raindrops kissed my neck and face. I made my way to Lane as a breeze started blowing. The direction of the downpour changed with the winds. I found Lane conversing with Monica at the reception. I stopped in the corridor, and peered at them, trying to figure out what they were talking about. Monica was rummaging through a bunch of files. Probably the ones where she keeps records of the visitors. I interrupted. "Hey, can I have a word with you?" I was facing Lane when the corner of my eye caught a glimpse of Monica hurrying the files back into the drawer. "Yeah?" Lane answered. I looked at Monica from the corner of my eyes once again. She now sat in her chair, eyes fixed at me, anticipating for me to speak. "In private," I added. We walked to the cafeteria. Clouds were still weeping. "I think you should tell Noah about his wife," I suggested He squinted. "What about his wife?" he a
Lane I needed to look into Noah's past. We had no other information except for the death of his parents and a twin sister. That misfortune was enough reason to leave him where he is right now. I had requested Carrigan to compile whatever they knew about him and send me the file. It was delivered this morning but I wanted to speak to Noah myself first. When I stepped into his room, the poor guy was lying in his bed gazing at the murky ceiling. I closed the door and stood still for a while. His eyes were wide open, didn't even blink. I dragged a plastic chair with me to sit by the side of his bed. He was still hitched to the bed. We had never chained patients unless they become a threat to other people's lives. I can recall a murder from 8 years ago, which was similar to Noah's case. Mathew Rodrigo, a schizophreniac, was found in the backyard of a house a couple of blocks away from the hospital. He escaped that day and around thirty minutes later the police discovered him by the side
OliviaThe muffled ringing sound got blaring and yanked me out of my dream. My dreams don't make sense anyway. It was from an unknown number. Who would make a phone call at 4:00 am? Someone better be dying right now or I swear... "Hello, Olivia?" said the lady on the other side, her voice seemed familiar. "Yeah, who's--""Get to the hospital right now. It's an emergency." She interrupted."Wait, who is this?""Monica! Hurry, you need to get here ASAP. The cops are here.""But, listen--"She cut the call. There hasn't been one night when I slept in peace since Noah. It's always the cops, he ran away, sick, or there is a murder. What else to expect after crossing paths with a homicidal man is not to blame anyone else. I tell myself everything will be alright once this time has passed and get dressed to leave.Thousands of thoughts were crushing my brain. What could've happened? Did Noah say anything to the cops? I arrived at the ward and saw all the staff members gathered in the corrid
Olivia The aroma of freshly cooked scrambled eggs made me drool while I waited for the chicken sausage to get a brownish color so I could plate it for Tracy. She sat on the sofa, gazing at her laptop screen. I was curious to know what it was that caught her interest like that. It was nearly the time when Mary usually arrives and I leave for work. I placed the sausages on a plate. As I picked it up from the counter my eyes caught Tracy pressing her palm tightly against her chest. Seeing her struggle to draw in oxygen took my breath away. It felt as if something stuck in my throat. I threw the plate right where I stood and ran to her. She was on her knees now, shedding tears and still striving to breathe. My whole world was falling apart. Suddenly my brain went blank. We were lucky that Mary walked in. "Mary, help!", I wheezed. I picked her up and rushed into the parking to drive her to the hospital. Tracy was taken to the ICU. I didn't know what I would do without my baby. She is
Olivia Sunday 24th June 1990 We were having the time of our lives. Alyssa's fifth birthday was right around the corner when she desired to go to Hawaii. She didn't say that she wanted to go to Hawaii. Last Friday, we were sitting on the patio after dinner. I rested my head on the armchair's backrest, with one hand over my bloated stomach, holding back a burp because mom taught us that it was discourteous to let out a loud belch around people. I couldn't help cramming that delicious salmon and sweet potato wedges in my mouth. Dad swiped through the images of travel destinations on his tablet, racking his brain that what will be our destination for the family vacation. We go on vacation twice every year. On my and Alyssa's birthday then Mom and Dad's birthday each year alternatively. While he was swiping through photos of some of the eye-catching places in Hawaii, Alyssa, who was dangling over the armrest of Dad's chair, pointed at one of the pictures and screamed with excitement, "I
Noah It had been over a month since Olivia yanked my heart out of my chest and chopped it into a million pieces. It still is divided into a million pieces that I have scattered now. I wasn't prepared to believe her. My mind wasn't ready to believe this atrocious truth. I just wanted to sleep. I didn't want to feel anything. I didn't want to feel this air engulfing me. This mushy bed, I was sitting on. The body my soul dwelled in. I just wanted to stop. Stop feeling everything. Every time I hear her words heat of anguish arises in my body and soul. The fury takes over. I couldn't control myself when it happened two weeks ago. I slammed the door shut pounding my head over it, expecting the physical pain to put an end to that agony inside of me. It didn't go away. I smacked the glass window with my bare hands until the shards of glass punctured my hand. It still didn't go away. It won't ever go away. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to hurt myself for believing she existed. I wanted t