The Nurse

The second chapter to my novel.

A calm smile comes across her face as if she has just proven a point; her strut is that of someone who is walking to the grove of a song, and yet inside she feels a sadness. It is the sadness of losing a friend, a lover, and a soul mate. She is walking down a dim lit corridor; it does not seem to end and she starts to change; as if a new personality has entered her mind.

She begins to get anxious, jittery and paranoid. Finally she gets to the nurses lounge; the other nurses are reading their magazines and talking amongst themselves. She slowly walks to the coat room and puts something into her coat’s pocket.

“Maggie? That you?” a nurse said. She turns and looks at the nurse, bewildered. “Sorry, you scared me there…” she pulls out a set of keys “…I thought I lost my keys…I was just making sure I still had them.” She gives a fake smile. The nurse smiles back and gives a nod, then leaves.  A look of disgust goes over Maggie’s face; she pulls the bag out of her pocket and begins to caress it as if it were a baby. She then gives a moan and puts it away. “Very soon, very, very soon” she says. She looks back to make sure no one is around and puts it back in her pocket, then put her coat on and walks out of the room.

She engages in some small talk to pity the nurses but quickly exits the room. Corridor after corridor she walks down, her pace quickening. She begins to jog, her shoes clacking against the floor, a frantic look on her face. She finally gets to her car; she looks as if she had just run a marathon, sweat dripping down her arms, face and hair. She is trying to unlock her car but is so disheveled that she drops them.

She sits on the concrete for a second, takes a deep breath and says “Calm down Maggie, just make it home and you will be fine. You did your part and you will get one more and the go to rehab.” She picks herself off the ground, gets in her car and drives off.

After a long drive home she scrambles into her house. She locks the doors, pulls the curtains shut and goes to her room. With a heavy sigh of relief, she takes the contents of her pocket and puts it on her bed. She puts her coat and clothes away and puts on a night gown. She grabs the bag and sits cross legged on her bed. She opens the bag, and puts a little bit on the tip of her finger and just stares at it, smiling intently.

 She puts the powder to her nose and takes a long, deep sniff; engulfing the powder into her nose. She then proceeds to snort, in lines, the entire bag. She seems happy for a moment, but then she goes into shock. Blood pours out of her nose, and she cannon breath. She starts to convulse and minutes later, dies a slow, painful death.

 

 

“I wonder if she is dead by now. She is such a dumb addict. She should have known when she touched the powder that it wasn’t coke but she was so in need of a fix, I don’t think she cared.” He laughs maniacally while jingling a set of keys, “thanks to her, my plan is now in motion...”

Author's Note

Give me your honest opions.

Reviews

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

want fo read more, keep writing!!!!

[A.Lee]

Interesting... It definitely keeps the reader captivated. Nice work.

[ashley]

This is facinating. My eyes were glued to the screen. Great job, keep it up! :D

[Ecros Lathes]

This is very good but i'm still wondering what the powder was if it wasn't coke?

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Whoa. This is the classic sinister writing that made the world fixated on villains.
This is really getting interesting.

[Kia-chan!]

This is so good :) Thanks for sharing.

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

this is really good, cant wait to read the rest :)

[Chris Lotus]

Im really liking where this is going.....Im always anxious to know what comes next in the story..

[deeps]

Wow this is amazing.
I like this it's wonderful.

[HorrorMaster]

Nice amazing, I love it.