A Love Story (Part 7)

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I drove back to the hospital happily, knowing how proud Eleanor was of me. Remembering that I was supposed to be buying some food, I stopped at fast food restaurant before continuing my drive down the empty road, towards the crowded and congested hospital, as if everyone in town is suddenly sick or dying. As soon as I stepped out of the car, the smile on my face vanishes as I pulled on my mask. I walked slowly towards my sister’s ward, secretly hoping that she died but die she did not as I saw that she was very much still alive. While I was eating, the doctor informed me the bad news. “She’s getting better,” he said.

Whatever smile that was still on my face behind the face faded away as soon as I heard the news. I told my best friend that he’s free to leave anytime he wants but he refuses. “I don’t want to leave you alone at this hour,” he said to me. I knew that he was afraid that I was going to kill myself. I would have convinced him otherwise except he won’t believe me due to the fact that tried to kill myself once and failed spectacularly. “I will be fine,” I said repeatedly but he wasn’t buying any of that and I don’t blame him. After his parents died in a tragic accident, he had been alone and lonely for a while until we met each other at the local book club.

“My number one fear is losing,” he told me once and of course, at that time, I had no idea what it meant. However, the tragic incident that I witnessed made me understand the magnitude of his fear so, I gave up trying to make him leave. I was staring at the painting on the wall, admiring it when I heard a voice calling out my name. “Come here,” the voice whispered. I stood still because I know that it didn’t sound like Eleanor. I thought that it wouldn’t stop and that I was going crazy out off boredom but after a few seconds, it did. I felt as cold breeze caressing my body as the hairs on my body stood up. I turned to my left and jumped out of my chair, screaming.

“What’s wrong?” my best friend asked, running towards me. I couldn’t answer him as I pointed to the thing that was in front of me. “Shh,” it whispered. As it got closer and closer, I could feel its hands caressing my face before it ran down towards my neck and began to choke it. It tried to pull off but I couldn’t. Just as my best friend reached me, it disappeared and I was able to breathe again. “What’s wrong?” he asked in a concerned voice. “The…the…” I said, pointing to the wall in front of me where the thing stood. “There’s nothing there,” I was told. “Relax”

A nurse told me that I was imagining things and my best friend said that I was hallucinating because I was still traumatised by the recent events in my life. I was buying none of that. “There’s someone there!” I protested as my best friend drove me home, telling me that I ought to get some rest. After tucking me into bed like a small kid, he started to walk out. “Wait!” I shouted. “Stay here with me!” I demanded and he did. He took some pillows from my cupboard and lied on the ground. Just as I was about to close my eyes, I saw the thing in the hospital that tried to kill me standing at the end of the room. This time, it was smiling. “Nice to meet you again,” it said as dropped to the ground and crawled towards me.

I screamed as loud as I could but by that time, my friend was already dead asleep so he couldn’t hear anything. I desperately tried to move my hands, legs or any part of my body but nothing seems to be working. Out of desperation, I closed my eyes and call out for Eleanor to help me. “Help me, Eleanor!” I cried as I could feel the thing getting onto my bed. I opened my eyes and saw that the thing smiling ear to ear above me. “Eleanor is here,” it said, giggling. “I am Eleanor,”

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