Becky's Doll

Chapter 28

"My head hurts," I told her. Being a sweet woman, she massaged my aching head with her nimble fingers. I relaxed into the soothing feel of her working hands.

"We found you collapsed in the corridor," She said as she fetched an aspirin for me. I didn't reply. The way my face had morphed into something gruesome and the way I had turned into a bloodthirsty monster still haunted my thoughts.

"Caroline kept on ranting about some monster that had attacked her in the corridor. No one believed her though. But we thought we should check into it to keep her sane. And that's when we found you lying unconscious on the floor," The nurse explained. I gulped down the aspirin along with some water.

"Sorry, I don't remember," I lied.

"That's fine, sweetie. If you want, you can take some rest. Do you want me to inform your parents or someone?" She questioned, adorning a pleasant smile on her face. I couldn't help but smile back in response.

"No. I feel alright. I must go," I said as I stood up from the bed,feeling slightly relieved from the head splitting pain.

I exited the room, feeling lightheaded. My insides felt shaken up and I couldn't help but feel terribly nauseous. What is happening to me? My gloves had been removed and I noticed that my hands were back to normal. I thought of giving it all up and let Jane slowly destroy me. But Becky's adorable smile would always come to my mind.

I was shocked when I found both Kane and Owen, gallantly dressed in their police uniform and blocking the entry to Room 209. Deep confused frowns were etched into their features. But they looked even more shocked to see me.

"Allison! What are you doing here?" Kane exclaimed, looking genuinely surprised. Owen frowned even more deeply and chose not to comment even though he kept on bobbing his head up and down as if he was sure about something.

"Mrs Summers, my mother's friend had an accident. Thought I should come and check on her. But it's really surprising to see you here," I said. Kane and Owen exchanged confused looks.

"Shouldn't we be more surprised at the fact that you mysteriously appear at all crime scenes that have been lately taking place?" Owen remarked grimly. I stared hard at his gaunt face. Kane fixed him with a warning glare.

"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled.

Kane sighed," See for yourself." Opening the door he let me into the freezing cold room of Bethany Summers. I gasped loudly.

Bethany laid on the bed, stiffly yet angled. Her unblinking wide open eyes stared blankly on the white ceiling. A putrid stench wafted my nose. I covered my mouth with my palms to stop myself from sobbing out aloud. Because my worst fears had come true.

A mass of feathers and cotton stuffings littered the floor and Bethany's limp hair. The ceiling fan that was switched on swirled the feathers to the centre of the room. A mutilated pillow lay harmlessly on one corner of the room. Someone grasped my shoulder caps.

"She was strangled to death it seems," Kane informed. I turned my head away not wanting him to witness my overflowing tears.

"It's so smelly in here. The body ought to be removed for post mortem. Why can't they do it? It's a freaking hospital after all," Owen complained, emotionlessly. I longed to scratch at his thin face.