Chapter 15

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Chapter Fifteen

You know that saying about revenge being a dish best served cold? Well, I was serving it up and saying it was cold would be an understatement.

 “I’m telling you that she’s f*cking crazy!” Shane was screaming at Dr. Mc.Smelly, as he desperately struggled against the five point restraint chair he was strapped into.

 A twisted smirk seemed permanently etched on my face as I bent down to be face to face with him. “Oh Shane, I’m just trying to help you with your condition, because I care,” I said in as sickeningly sweet a tone as I could muster. But my eyes were smiling in mockery, conveying the message, “Enjoy hell sucker!”

 Shane jerked forward as much as the restraint would let him, with a venomous  snarl on his face until he saw the gigantic needle Dr. Smelly was holding as he approached him.

 “Can’t you understand?!” Shane was yelling, his eyes wide as he struggled violently in the chair, “She’s the crazy one! She’s doing this on purpose! I’m not f*cking insane!”

 Dr. Mc. Smelly sighed and shook his head sadly. “Hold him down.”

 My smirk seemed to get wider as the two nurses stepped forward and held down Shane’s shoulders. Dr. Mc. Smelly approached with the needle and Shane went rabid, screaming out curses. As the needle pierced through  Shane’s neck, he let out a blood curdling scream.

 My eyes flew open to  the darkened interior of my living room. The good news was that I was still lying down on my couch and my face wasn’t sweeping the floor where the crumbs of the I’m-sorry-about-sending-the-b*tch-I’m-dating-to-get-you cookies my dad made had fallen.The bad news was that something had woken me up from a blissful dream, and I had no clue what the hell it was. But I did know this: Whatever it was, it was about to face death. You do not simply wake up someone in the best part of a dream. There was a reason people thought doing so would give the unfortunate dream interrupter years of bad luck. It’s because the last person to do so did have bad luck…. for the rest of his life… in a coma.

 I grunted as I sat upright and beat my pillow. “Gross….” I groaned as my hand made contact with something wet on it. “Tell me that was sweat.”

 A sudden knocking sound caught my attention and I turned towards the front door, narrowing my eyes at it. Then slowly, my lips twisted into a smile. Did Shane finally decide to man up and face the pounding he was about to receive for a) making me twist my ankle in the first place b) letting me fall and further hurt my twisted ankle c) being the spawn of the she-devil who annoyed the crap out of me and said I didn’t have friends yesterday evening plus d) waking me up from what was the best dream I’ve had in a long time?

 I slowly swung my legs from the couch to the floor and reached for my crutches.However, as soon as I pulled myself up something near my right thigh buzzed. Putting my right crutch below my arm, I shoved my hand into my pocket and pulled out my cellphone. I took one look at the caller and quickly put the phone to my ear.

 “Mom, I told you I’m fine.” Did she really have to call every hour? Yeah, I was in a cast but that didn’t seem terminal to me.

 “Honey, are you in your room?” she asked. “This is so stupid but I really-”

 “I know mom, you’re worried. But I told you that I’m fine.” I looked towards the front door. The knocking had stopped. “I’ll call you right back okay. “

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