Psychotic Nurse

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Is it a dream...or reality?

Submitted: May 10, 2014

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My restless eyes slowly opened and were stunned by the fluorescent lights being portrayed from the ceiling. Everything's white. Cloudy. I searched around the room, invading the empty room's privacy with my eyes. The first thing I noticed was the strong pain coming from both wrists. My left wrist was thickly bandaged with dark red blood seeping through. Also on my wrists were brown leather straps being painted into my skin. I quickly whipped my head around me to soon find out that I was in an enclosed, white room. It was completely empty besides this leather chair and myelf. I was dressed in a white hospital dress with small polka dotson it. Suddently, a nurse appeared. She was clothed in a white dress with white nurse shoes. She had a pointy nose and black eyes. Her hair was perfectly done; not one strand of hair out of place. Her relatively small lips were lined with dark red, matte lipstick. She had her hands hidden behind her back. She revealed one hand and brushed it against my face. She looked at me as if I was a helpless bird with a broken wing. 

"Where am I? What's going on?" I asked her, worried.

"Oh, honey. Don't you worry," she caressed her thumb against my cheek. "You're safe now, just...hush." Her attempt at comforting me was more like an electric shock. Her other hand was progressively brought out from behind her back. She was holding a huge glass shot, filled with an unknown, suspicious, clear fluid. The instrument was tipped with an extremely thick needle, as if she was going to demonstrate a bone marrow aspiration on me. An evil grin appeared on her face while her glossy, satanic eyes seemed to pierce through my soul as if she were looking through me...as if she wasn't human.

"What?! Get me the fuck out of here!" I squirmed in my seat, causing even more striking pain in my wrists. The leather was cutting into my skin. I then noticed that my wrists were now bleeding much more than before. I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping that this was all just a demented nightmare. I strained back and forth as sweat rolled down my forehead. The nurse continued to look at me with a smile on her face. I attempted at kicking my way out of the thick leather, but there was no luck.

"Someone help me! Please!" I screamed, desperately.

I continued to scream in an insane behavior. I had to get out of here.

"Someone help me...PLEASE! Please!" I was relentless. My voice was trembling as well as my body. The nurse's grin slowly died down as she brought the thick needle towards me. 

"Shhh, stay clam. It will all be over soon." She smiled again. 

I screamed even louder than before and squirmed until I couldn't move anymore. Suddenly, the nurse grasped my arm and penetrated the needle into me. It hit me as if I had gotten pelted by a thousand bullets, however, I wish I was being shot rather than having this happen to me. I felt the toxins run through my veins like fire. The burning sensation rolled in my blood and throughout my body. I slowly became weaker. I stopped kicking. I stopped screaming. The room that appeared to be so bright earlier quickly turned to black. The nurse was right. It's all over. 


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