The Scars On Her Back: A Short Story

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The Scars On Her Back “SHE’S GOING FAST, CODE BLUE, CODE BLUE!” At that point I was screaming through the mic. I turned around at the blaring sirens behind me, and saw that the police were in hot pursuit. I saw the streams of blood seeping out of her eyes, sliding down her cheeks. “Sandra! Get the green needle, insert it above half an inch where the Schlera would be! ” “On it!” Sandra replied. I was amazed by how jubilant she acted, even in this situation. She quickly found the syringe, and then inserted the needle into a little spot of skin in the eyelid of the child. The next two minutes were silent, all that sounded was the distant cry of police sirens. The vehicle jolts, as we approached the asphalt outside the Flargenview Hospital. …show more content…

How are you so good at this?!?” The procedures that you chose were genius! “I’ve always had a dirty little trick with medicine.” I replied. As I saw her go down the hallway, I took off my green scrubs, and headed home. I was alone that day. I got up at around 6:00 am, and I went downstairs to make some breakfast. I poured Raisin Bran, and the milk into a bowl. I sat there, ladling the milk with my spoon, and then pouring it back over the soggy corn-flakes. I glanced lazily at the television. “Breaking news! Last night, a little girl with no origin was blinded. Someone tweaked her eyes out, so she was immediately sent to the hospital. Police are still investigating this astonishing crime, and also investigating where in the world this girl came from! I’m Reporter #4, Shadow. I was contemplating the name Shadow when it happened. “BEEP BEEP BEEP! EMERGENCY! COME TO THE HOSPITAL! HELP-” The walkie-talkie cut off. “What in tarnation? Doesn’t sound like the usual microwave fire. Hm. I’ve got to stop talkin’ to myself…” I trailed off. Skipping steps, I swiftly ascended the staircase, put on my uniform, and drove off in my ambulance to the …show more content…

It got so fast, that at one point Karen was bleeding, the next, the flesh on her leg started deteriorating, ripping off of her legs faster than the eye could see. At that point, I couldn’t even speak, thinking that the girl might come after me next. Karen was motionless, blood spilling out of her wound, leaving a monstrous pool of blood on the ground. Then she went too far. She dragged her by whatever was left of her calf, until the head was in the frame. “NO! I screamed, not being able to wait any longer. “Don’t do this to her! She deserves to live!” The girl clicked her way around, until she was facing me. She stepped through the door frame and reached her hand out, as if it was a gesture of peace… Only to reach her arm back, stare me in the eyes, and slam the door over and over again at an inhuman speed, blood dribbling out of the Karen’s skull. She then stomped on her forehead, grasped Karen’s eyes out of her sockets, and then clenched her hand tightly, letting the juices run out of her hands. “OUT OF HERE!” I yelled, scurrying up the stairs like an antelope, trying to escape a bloodthirsty hyena. “Wait.” She quietly spoke, looking in my

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