All The Good Girls Go To Heaven
Beeping
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. I woke to the sound of a heart monitor. The hospital bed was itchy and uncomfortable. But... how did I get here? Where is here, anyway? While I’m asking questions, what year is it? Who am I, anyway? A nurse walked into the room, most likely to check up on the other people around me, who were sleeping like the dead. Come to think of it... am I dead?
“Excuse me, miss?” I called out to her. She turned to face me.
“Oh, you’re awake. Do you know where you are?” She asked, walking over to my bed.
“No, I’m not quite sure of anything. Can you refresh my memory?”
“Okay, sweetie. You’re in the Clara Maass Medical Center, in Belleville, New Jersey. It’s October 3rd, 2004. Remember anything now?” She gently explained to me.
“A bit, but I have one more question.” She nodded. “Who am I?”
“Oh my. You must be suffering from amnesia. The doctor said this might happen. Your name is Jillian Riley Holloway. You’re birthday was January 29th, 1977, making you 27 years old. You’ve been here in a coma for the past nine and a half years. You were found by Michael Way with severe internal bleeding, abdominal trauma caused by a knife, and lacerations to the neck.”
“Wow... how am I still alive? How did he even find me?”
“We were wondering if you would ever wake up. You’re one lucky girl, you know? He was just walking by, and saw a house with an open door. He saw you inside and tried to save you, ended up finding 96 dead bodies as well. You’re lucky he found you when he did. You would’ve been one hundred.”
“Wait, if there were only 96 in the house, how would I have been 100?”
“Three more were found in various places around town at their time of death. They were connected to the others by a certain characteristic in the murders. They all had smiles sliced into their cheeks. If the murderers had sliced a little bit deeper, you would’ve had scarring from yours. Again, you’re a lucky girl.” I need to go to that house. Maybe it’ll refresh my memory.
“Excuse me, miss?” I called out to her. She turned to face me.
“Oh, you’re awake. Do you know where you are?” She asked, walking over to my bed.
“No, I’m not quite sure of anything. Can you refresh my memory?”
“Okay, sweetie. You’re in the Clara Maass Medical Center, in Belleville, New Jersey. It’s October 3rd, 2004. Remember anything now?” She gently explained to me.
“A bit, but I have one more question.” She nodded. “Who am I?”
“Oh my. You must be suffering from amnesia. The doctor said this might happen. Your name is Jillian Riley Holloway. You’re birthday was January 29th, 1977, making you 27 years old. You’ve been here in a coma for the past nine and a half years. You were found by Michael Way with severe internal bleeding, abdominal trauma caused by a knife, and lacerations to the neck.”
“Wow... how am I still alive? How did he even find me?”
“We were wondering if you would ever wake up. You’re one lucky girl, you know? He was just walking by, and saw a house with an open door. He saw you inside and tried to save you, ended up finding 96 dead bodies as well. You’re lucky he found you when he did. You would’ve been one hundred.”
“Wait, if there were only 96 in the house, how would I have been 100?”
“Three more were found in various places around town at their time of death. They were connected to the others by a certain characteristic in the murders. They all had smiles sliced into their cheeks. If the murderers had sliced a little bit deeper, you would’ve had scarring from yours. Again, you’re a lucky girl.” I need to go to that house. Maybe it’ll refresh my memory.
