Chapter 5: Charlie Milano
I sat in my math class, last class of the day. I hate math, so I rarely paid
attention and barely got by. I opened my hollowed out math book that had Helen’s
journal inside. A full hour and a half of reading. I started reading to myself.
February 2, 1939
The nurse who the good looking boy hugged the other day was showing off a huge ring today, It has rubies and diamonds, if I were her I would never wear it work, in fact I wouldn’t even work. I guess he must have proposed to her, I’m not worried though. He wouldn’t have fallen in love with an Orphan with nothing but dreams in her head, and three pennies in her pocket. I’m not beautiful like the other girl. Her deep brown hair is always curled perfectly, and she wears red lipstick every day, if there was a depression, it had never entered the threshold of her house. Her eyes are glittery, and are hazel and beautiful. I am not nearly as lovely as her, and it is her choice to be in this hospital working as a nurse, not a forced choice, like mine. I’ve lost all hope at this point.
February 3, 1939
I’m sitting in Mrs. Gregory’s room writing, I had to sedate her, and I never had the stomach to do that. I don’t like the feeling of having control over another human being, it seems weird to me. Mrs. Gregory was screaming about vampires, to the point where the whole hospital could hear her, and the doctor demanded me to put her to sleep before she made herself sick. Before this happened though she was awake and talking to me. She frightens me. Always talking about vampires and what not, she told me they had attacked her, and that’s why she had the bruises and scratches. We knew she gave them to herself; she’s just another lonely soul looking for attention.
February 5, 1939
The hospital is under investigation. Apparently the hospital director has been accused of being the head mobster in a group that organizes crime. It has apparently been running since prohibition, and the say he mad gin in his office. I can’t believe it, I thought he was such an honest man, but I guess no one is ever honest in this day and age. It’s hard to trust anyone, especially in my case. I am my own best friend, and nothing is ever going to change that.
February 8, 1939
The hospital has been very busy lately; many nurses have been arrested for being involved in the crimes organized by the hotel director. Since there haven’t been many nurses around, I’ve been able to meet a few different nurses that I hadn’t talked to. I got to meet the nurse with the huge engagement ring, her name is Aurora Edwards, and she’s not engaged to the mysterious handsome boy, he’s her brother, and he’s three years older than me. His name is Charles.
I stopped reading right their. CHARLES Edwards. The boy in the mansion was
named Charlie Edwards, I bit my lower lip. It’s just a coincidence, right? Charles is
A very common name, and Edwards is a common last name. It’s just a name. Just a
name, however it’s sort of odd. I started reading again,
February 11, 1939
I just had time to read the date, when my teacher’s hand slammed down on my desk.
“WHAT ARE YOU READING?”
He asked in a very loud threatening tone. I stuttered out some inaudible words, my
Teacher looked up at me. His eyes were hard, and cold.
“Get out of my damn classroom right now! And go to the princepals office”
He yelled.
I scrambled all of my books into a backpack with my hands shaking.
I started walking towards the door.
“Don’t you ever come back here if you don’t want to learn math.”
I opened the door and walked out.
I started towards the principal office. And slumped my bag onto the floor when I
got there. I pulled the journal out of my bag and started reading again.
I found the journal entry that I left off at.
February 11, 1939
But the door to the room creaked open and Charlie was standing in the door way
with his hair in front of his face, and his fitted cap on to the side, the left corner of his
mouth curved upward into a crooked smile and he looked up. He must of caught the
secretary’s eye because she stopped typing and smiled at him.
“Can I help you?”
The secretary asked.
He took a letter out of his pocket and handed it to the secretary.
“My name is Charlie Milano.”
My head shot up and looked at him when he said that name. When I first met him he
Told me his last name was Edwards like the boy in the journal. He continued talking
to the secretary.
“Today is my first day her, my father enrolled me here. I would like to fix my class schedule, it doesn’t suit me.”
He said.
She smiled. Pulled open a drawer open, and handed him a list of classes.
“Just see what times the classes you want to change are at and what other classes are at that time and I will put in a request for a change.”
She said.
“Thanks”
Charlie said.
He took the list and sat down next to me.
“What are you doing here?”
He asked looking down the list of classes.
“I got in trouble for reading in class,”
I said back to him.
I turned the journal upside down.
“What are you reading? “
He asked.
“Nothing”
I said.
Charlie shamelessly reached over and picked the journal up from my lap. I felt
nervous. His eyes widened as his saw the cover of the journal. He ran his fingers
down the side of the notebook. He looked up and stared blankly as he flipped
through the pages aimlessly. The pages sounded like a deck of cards being shuffled
around.
“Where did you get this?”
He asked.
“At the old hospital.”
I said to him nervously.
Charlie breathed deeply in and sighed. He put the journal in his bag and zipped it up.
“You shouldn’t be reading this.”
He said.
“We need to talk.”
I was speechless at that.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the office.
“Wait! I left my bag, and I don’t want to go with you.”
Charlie’s passive gentle ways quickly vanished. He turned around so our faces were
Two inches away from each other. I felt nervous and almost drawn to him.
“We’ll get them later, and you have to come with me. I need to show you something”
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