Scandra

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" It makes comb webs, of unfaithful bonds,
Some holy a thing
Turning into a disgraceful string of lies."

Word Count: 1206
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Volwaska City
City Hospital
Two Hours ago

Rosaria

The slight clicking of the door had me waken up from sleep. Thankfully a nightmare didn't show up this time. I'm so grateful. Squinting my eyes I looked up at the wall clock that ticked away in its mechanical way, the sound which previously would've kept me from going astray in sleep in many occasion- perhaps working as a harness for my life- is now just an annoying recurring tick that has woken me from the peaceful slumber I've been in for the first time.

I slept for more than an hour?

"Fuck" I cussed mentally. Getting up from the uncomfortable position atop the hospital bed, my eyes caught the sight of the most beautiful blood red roses. A bouquet of those captivating flowers stood upon the side table along with some medicines and the IV drip. I grabbed the bouquet and admired the beauty and by the freshness of the scent I can conclude that someone has wasted their precious time in setting these flowers and decorating this bouquet for me quiet recently. I felt honored.

I swirled the bouquet admiring it, when suddenly my hands got hold of some pointy edge slicing through my forefinger as small amount of dark red liquid oozed out.

'Shit!' Immediately I licked the oozing blood.

What the in the world was that?

I found a small note stuck at the back.  I opened the piece of paper, awhile tracing my finger upon that smooth texture of the sleek sheet. It was then that I gasped in fear as my blood turned cold. Even in this full air conditioned room beads of cold sweat trickled down my spine.

"Watch your step as you go
Don't you dare retreat...
'Cuz this's your time, live it now
As it is soon to decease....."

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City Hospital
Present time

Rosaria

Scared is not even a word to describe the state of my mind. Both physically and mentally I'm exhausted. I'm terrified. Disfigurative thoughts are all that surrounds my mind.

What can that letter mean? A warning of some kind it was or even it can be a mere prank. Yet I am forced to believe the former, for someone to pull up such a nuance being informant about my whereabouts is required however as far as I knew none, other than my kind neighbour- an old lady reaching her 90s- and my parents were aware of my situation. Hence a prank was long striked out of question. Then what can it be? A stalker perhaps? OR someone else trying to get under my skin. Whatever it may I come to zero conclusion. And if indeed is a stalker i should get them rid of now.

Lost in thoughts and anxiety to find the required answers I headed towards the reception with the bouquet in hand along with the medical prescriptions. I got into the elevator and pressed the ground floor button and waited till the metal door swiftly closed. The shiny doors of the elevator reflected the portrait of a girl with a healthy figure, pale white skin, amber colored eyes and thick unkept brown hair. Her eyes has sunken deep inside the sockets, as dark circles encircled them.