Sunday, August 26, 2007

Alone she sat...

She sat quietly watching the crowd flow by her into the movie theater. Depressing she thought to herself, “sitting here by myself.” Truly depressing. She turned and looked towards the door. College students, middle-aged couples, even children strolled past her giving her a pity filled stare, while she sat patiently on the stone bench. Not able to hold eye contact anymore, she looked down onto her lap at her cell phone. “No missed calls, no text messages” it announced on its home screen. “It must have been another joke by the boys at school…” she thought. She looked at her watch, which seemed like moments ago, had read nine o’clock…now flashed back at her twelve forty-five. She slowly got up, tried pushing the wrinkles out of her skirt, and quietly walked home alone.

Fate is interesting. Since I am the creator of this story I can chose how to end it as well. Let’s see what happened to that mysterious girl.

While she was walking home, she was grabbed into a car, which was parked at the corner with its light out… puttering out a puff of smoke out of its exhaust every now and then. She didn’t see that… because she was busy trying to clean up her running mascara, which as the bottle had said, when she had bought it, wasn’t waterproof. She was gagged, and beaten until she was within an inch of life and finally stopped fighting against the inevitable. She was dumped near a park, which ironically comprised of weeping willows. She awoke in a hospital two months later unrecognizable to the world.

She looked towards the door of her room and saw the same pity filled eyes she had seen that night as visitors walked by with flowers and teddy bears huddled up in their arms. She turned away from the door, with no more tears left to shed over herself.

“Patty, I swear you are such an animal…” Lean yelled around the corner as she walked away from her still growling friend. Having just finished college, Lean couldn’t believe her luck when she got the call from Quixnot Medical to be a RN in the Intensive Care Unit . Finally her life was changing for the better. She walked to the nurse station and picked up her patient charts for evening. First one on the pile was the Jane Doe they had brought in two months ago from the brutal, gang rape. Lean walked the short distance into her patients room.

Lean’s blood-curdling scream was heard throughout the floor….

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