Get Me The Hell Outta Here

A while after Charlotte left the library I walked over to the glass doors leading outside, people seem to be enjoying themselves, Charlotte is not amongst them. I gaze over at the tree stump and then he appears. Frank. He smirks at me whist gesturing for me to join him outside, I try to turn away but my eyes are glued to his pale ghastly complexion. I force my eyes shut and then I begin to see images in my head.

"A girl with choppy dark hair and brown eyes is going to die tonight Gerard, she is a nurse here. She has a family, three children, the girls are only six years old and the boy is four. There is nothing. You. Can. Do."

Frank's eerie voice calls out and I see flashes of blood on office walls, broken glass on the floor and a woman's face. Nurse Jamia. "NO MORE!" I scream before dropping to my knees with my hands over my ears, desperately trying to block out the screams of Nurse Jamia in my head. Screams of pain and fear.

"Gerard it's okay." Hecht says and I open my eyes to see him in front of me with concern in his eyes, I look at the window once more to see Frank with a light smile playing on his lips. He brings a boney finger to his dead lips, "shhh," I hear him say before walking away.

"Come on Gerard lets get you to your room," Hecht says helping me up from the boring blue carpeted floor, "Nurse Jamia will be along shortly with your medication." Hecht says and I cringe at her name, she doesn't deserve to die. She's not even dressed for the occasion, unlike myself. I am always dressed like I should be attending a funeral, apart from my greasy shoulder length black hair, my black suit and red tie. I could either be a mourner or the person in the coffin. Anyone could die. Anyplace, anytime.

Around about twenty minutes later Nurse Jamia walks in with a polystyrene cup filled with water and a paper cup filled with my medicine, The paper cup looks like the one out of Wayne's World that Garth gives for that guy to vomit in.

Nurse Jamia is wearing all white with hair hair pinned back, she doesn't like to tie it up. "How's it going Gee?" She asks with a kind smile, "Frank." I say quietly and she frowns lightly, has he been seeing you again?" She asks and I shrug, "well this should help," she says passing me the drugs and the water and I take them with no hesitation.

"Have a nice night Gerard." Nurse Jamia says before leaving, I get up and begin to pick the lock on my door. One of Nurse Jamia's hair grips fell out and I feel like reading. It doesn't take to long for me to open the door and walk out to the dark halls of the hospital, I make my way to the library to see that the lights are already on. Who else would be out here at this time of night?

I creep in to see Charlotte perched on the edge of her seat, the same smile on her face, the same fright and sadness in her eyes. "Charlotte?" I say and she jumps out of the chair, I almost saw the smile go away. For a split second she wasn't smiling, "I didn't mean to scare you." I say and she gestures for me to sit down in the seat across from her.

"It's okay Gerard, you've had a rough afternoon. I understand why you're here." She writes and holds it up for me to read whilst looking into my eyes. "Why are you always smiling?" I ask and she begins to write again.

"Why are you so afraid of Frank?" I look at her seriously, "I asked you first." I say and she stands up before walking over to me and whispering in my ear.

"So they don't find me," if the room wasn't completely silent I wouldn't of been able to hear her voice. Wait she spoke to me?! "Charlotte." I say standing up and racing out of the library. She isn't anywhere to be seen. I walk back to my room to see a note blu tacked to my door. It only had one word on it, but I knew it wasn't from Charlotte.

"Don't get to close Geeeerard."

The note was from Frank.

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