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Chapter 9
By RyanRossIsBeast

 

Chapter 9
So we went back to my place.
"Hello? Anybody home?" I asked as I came in through the front door into the small beige hallway.
No answer.
We walked down the old paisley carpeting to the last door, into the kitchen. There was a note on
the table.

Dear Ollie,
I've had to go out and get some more sugar at the store. Then, I'm going over your Aunty
Charlotte's house for a little get-together. I'll be back around 8. There's some left-overs in the
fridge if you get hungry.
Xoxoxo,
Grandma Mae
"Okay, well it looks like Grandma is out for a little while. You can stay as long as you want.
There's nothing much to do at my place though."
"That's ok. It's better than my place. So, you got anything to nom?" Audrey asked, walking over to
the fridge.
"Take whatever you want. I'm just gunna go take a shower."
"Okay," she said, walking towards the hallway again and into the old tv room, stuffing her face
with chips.
I went upstairs to the bathroom. The gray tiles felt cold beneath my bare feet and the lights above
the mirror made the white walls look brighter than they really are.
I turned on the shower, took off my clothes and got in. I squirted a glob of shampoo into my hands
and started washing my hair. After a few seconds I noticed something strange about the water- it was
red.
I gently touched the top of my head and looked at my blood-soaked hand. Realizing that my head was
bleeding- a lot- I jumped out of the shower dizzily and slipped on the wet tile floor.
Before I knew it, Audrey was knocking on the door asking "Are you ok, Oliver? Oliver?"
I quickly grabbed a towel and threw it around my body before Audrey came in and saw things that she
wasn't meant to see.
"Oh my God! You're head is gushing blood, dude! What did you do? Grab .Grandma's razor instead of
the shampoo?" I was starting to think that was what I actually did.
"No. I don't think I did. I don't know! I cant see clearly!"
"Goddamnit. Another trip to the frickin' ER."
And then, it stopped. Everything just... stopped. It was all black. There was nothing.
Am I dead? I wondered. But then I heard something. Someone I should say. It sounded familiar but
different. There was a twist to the voice I recognized
It was Bea. I could see her now. Everything else was black except for her. She was a strange blue
color. Like she was being electrified. But she didn't look like she was in pain. She reached her
boney, glowing hand out to me and I grabbed it. She pulled my up onto my feet.
"Hello, Oliver," she greeted me. It sounded like her voice, but it kept fading in and out. As her
voice faded, so did her light.
"Um..." was all I could manage to get out.
"You look scared. Do you know where you are?"
"Not really... am I dead?"
She laughed "No, silly."
"Are you dead?"
She was silent. "There's something I need to tell you... well warn you really."
I didn't answer.
"You remember you're mother?"
I did. But only as she was being stabbed to death by my insane father. Every time I close my eyes I
can see her lifeless, bloody corpse lying on the floor beside the bed that I hid under.
"She had a secret. Your father found out, and went insane. There's something about your
grandmother's house that is different than the rest. You see, Oliver, long ago, a man named-"
"OLLIE?! Ollie are you ok?" a voice said. The person the voice belonged to was shaking me. Hard.
I woke up from wherever I was, confused.
"Oh, Ollie I'm so glad you're not dead." Audrey said, hugging me. I was still only in a towel which
made this hug awkward. I think she realized and quickly let go and backed away.
"What happened?" I asked sleepily.
"You went unconscious. I was so scared."
I touched a damp spot in the back of my head and looked at the blood on it.
How did that happen? I wondered.
"The blood is stopping now, you'll be okay. I think we'll have to bring you to the hospital after
we clean you up."
"O-okay. Umm... can I clean myself off though?"
She blushed "Of course. I wasn't gunna watch my best friend naked."
"Thanks."
Audrey got up and left. I could hear her on the phone, probably with Aunty Charlotte.
I got up and washed my face and neck. Then my hands. Then I put on the pajama bottoms and a shirt
I'd gotten out, and left the bathroom.
~*~
I don't like being in hospitals. It's ok if I'm visiting someone but not if I'm admitted into one.
Especially for a head injury.
It's not like that for every hospital, though. Just the one in our town. I don't know what about it
I don't like but it's just... creepy. I think it's because my dad was diagnosed with dementia here
and the pills the doctors prescribed for him didn't help at all. They made it worse...
I shook my head to get the frightening image of my dad murdering my mom in the kitchen with my
favorite toy... my slinky out of my head. That's one of the last memories I have left of them.
After that happened, my grandma sent me to therapy twice a week. It helped a little, I guess. Now I
can remember how every Sunday, I'd wake up to the smell of fresh, warm, pancakes with sweet, sticky
syrup on top. I remember running downstairs looking forward to digging into them when my dad would
pick me up at the end of the hallway and fly me around in a circle. Then my mom would smile at me
and tell my dad "Don't do that, you'll knock something over." He would only look down at me, wink,
and say "It won't happen again, honey." but we all knew that he would do the same thing next
Sunday.
Thinking of that made my eyes water so I quickly tried to think of something else. The history test
next Tuesday. I'm bad at history.
Just then the nurse came in and startled me. I jumped a little.
"Oh I'm sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean to scare you," she said in her harmonic tone, almost as
though she was singing.
"It's okay," I mumbled.
A girl about my age walked in behind the nurse. She had beautiful big blue eyes and straight red
and blonde hair that was short in the back and got longer as it went to the front of her face.
"This is my daughter, Daisy. She came to work with me today because she has the day off."
"Hey," she mumbled. I could see she was trying to avoid the bandages on my head but she wanted to
know what had happed to me.
"Hi," I replied, my voice cracked.
She giggled.
Smooth I thought.
"Here," the nurse said, walking towards me with a glass of water a and a pill that I assumed was a
pain killer.
I took the water and the pill. "Thanks."
"It's my job, no need to thank me."
"Umm... what happened to your head?" Daisy asked, not as shy anymore.
"Daisy Star, don't ask that!" the nurse said.
"Sorry," she mumbled, then winked at me.
I turned bright red. "Umm... I don't really know what happened. One minute I'm washing my hair,
then the next, I'm bleeding."
"So you were naked when this happened?!" she started laughing and I blushed harder.
The nurse hit her. "That's it young lady, go sit behind the check out desk. Now!"
"Fine," she mumbled and turned away. With one foot out the door, she turned to see my face, winked,
waved, and left.
"I'm sorry about that, Oliver," the nurse apologized, "She's just... curious and a little too
outgoing."
"It's okay."

A few hours later, it was 10:30 at night and I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned, turned over my
pillow, lied down on my stomach, but no dice. I just laid there, staring at the ceiling.
Then the door opened.
"Pssst. Hey, it's me, Daisy. Are you awake, kid?" she asked.
"Yeah," I whispered and sat up, rubbing my eyes.
"Cool." she said and quietly closed the door and sat in the chair next to my bed.
"What's up?" I asked, trying to sound cooler than I did a few hours ago.
"Nothin' much. I wanted to sneak back to see you, you're waaaay cuter than any of the other guys in
this hell hole."
I blushed, thank God it was dark. "Thanks, you don't look to bad yourself."
"Thanks," she said. "Sooo.... You got a girlfriend?"
"You really aren't afraid to say what's on your mind are you?"
"Nope!"
I laughed. "Well no, I don't have a girlfriend."
"You're not gay are you?"
"Nope, I just don't like anyone that I really know. You got a boyfriend or are you gay?"
"Oh yeah, I'm gay fer sure," she replied sarcastically, "Nah, I don't have a boyfriend yet. I
dumped my last one a few months ago 'cause he was cheatin' on me..."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It's not your fault."
"I'm sure you're not that bad." I said jokingly.
"Ha, thanks."
"No problem."
"So, you're cute- very cute, and funny," she said checking off an imaginary list in front of her.
I laughed, "Thank you. Well, you're pretty hot if I have to tell the truth, and funny, and
definitely outgoing."
"Thank you very berry much, Mister...?"
"Oliver. My friends call me Ollie, though."
"Okay then, Oliver. I'm Daisy, my friends call me Daisy and my teachers call me Trouble."
"Haha, nice to meet you Daisy." I held out my hand and she shook it.
"You have really big hands."
"You have really long fingers." I replied.
"Touch?."
We didn't let go of each others hand but we stopped shaking them.
"So when do you get outta here?" she asked.
"I'm not really sure. In two days I think."
"No way! I'm coming back here for the next two days!"
"Really?"
"Mhm. Tomorrow's Saturday and I have nothing planned for the weekend so I might as well spend it in
the hospital with you."
I blushed. "Thanks. How tall are you, again?"
"I never told you," she smiled, "I'm 5'9"."
"Woah."
"That's what most of 'em say before they say something like 'I just remembered, I have a
girlfriend.' or 'I've already got a date for the dance, I didn't mean to ask you.'" she sighed.
"What's your excuse?"
"What do you mean? I'm not gunna be an ass and do anything like that just because you're an inch
taller than me."
She smiled. "Thanks."
"No problem. Hey, I think I can get out of my bed tomorrow-"
She laughed "you sound like a fat guy that can hardly move."
I laughed too, "Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"Anyway, do you wanna get lunch at the cafeteria with me?"
"Oh really?! The cafeteria! Oh goody!" she said sarcastically, "I'm just kidding. Of course I
will."

 

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