I quickly get back up and rush for the door. The mystery woman grabbed me but couldn't hold onto my small wrists. I bolt for what looks like a makeshift wooden door. On the other side of the door to my surprise, is a dim and mostly empty room with a table in the center. I notice another door across the room then begin running to the next door. Bursting into the next room there’s another table just like the last room. Only this room has a single light shining down on a stone slab table with the same door on the side. Quickly I rushed to the next door. When I open the next door my body shivers instantly. This room feels even colder than the previous rooms, but this time I can hear something. Someone…someone's breathing. It's faint, but it sounds like they’re having trouble breathing. I rush into the next room, this time the table is covered in blood. I slowly walked past the table and that’s when I noticed there is a section that doesn't have any blood. The missing section is in the same shape as a human body, almost like someone was laying here to protect this one section of the table, someone with the same build as me. My heart begins to beat faster and faster. I quickly walk over to the next door daring not to look back, my stomach beginning to twist and turn. I think I’m about to puke. I open the door to the next room. Just like the last room but there's no blood, only a person lying down on what looks like an old table for surgery. My throat clenches and my heat drops to my rectum as I inch my way up to the table. I let out a sobbing wail as tears and pain and panic cover my face. The only thing I can keep saying over and over again is “OH MY GOD! NO WHY IS THIS HAPPENING WHY GO WHY! NO… NO… NO…” On the table is my little brother Eric. His entire torso is split open. His heart, kidneys, liver, and penis have all been removed. In the cavity of his chest tubes and wires are sticking out of his lungs pumping air in and out, almost giving the illusion that he’s alive and breathing. Both arms and right leg are completely missing skin. His right eye is missing and the left side of his head has been shaved bald. Tears continue to fall down my face and the sound of someone else breathing gets louder. The weight of it all becomes too much as I fall down to my knees, supporting my face with my hands. When my hands touched my face there was a thick liquid that now covers my hands and face. I look down at my shaking blood-soaked hands. “HA..HAHAHAHA…” I can’t stop laughing. Why am I laughing? On my knees, I stare at my brother's mangled body laying on the table and continue to laugh with tears running down my face. “HA..HAHAHAHA…” I curl up into a ball as I still can't stop laughing. Tears are still falling down my blood-covered face. The light on the table slowly starts fading.
“HA..HAHA…HAHAHA…” the laughing continued. WHACK! A warm tingling sensation that feels somewhat familiar. WHACK! WHACK!WHACK! “GET UP DAM IT! GET UP!” I can hear a faint voice in the distance. WHACK!WHACK!WHACK! “GET THE FUCK UP!” The voice is getting louder. WHACK! I felt a rough firm hand strike me across the face again. “GET UP NOW… BRIAN” That’s dads voice
“DAD!” I shout as my entire body springs up and I look around frantically. I’m in my room back at the Blue Hotel. Dad stared wide-eyed at me. Stephie is standing by the door with both hands covering her face in shock. She looks like she’s been crying all day.
“Dad, what's going on? What happened? How did I get here?” I said in a trembling voice.
“Yanto found you passed out outside the day after we got here. You have been out cold for nine days. The first five days you were sound asleep but had trouble breathing. Two days after that you would get out of bed and scream for hours till you passed out. For the last two days, you would just lay there in bed with your eyes wide open and laugh. ” Dad says shakingly.
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“WHAT-” I yelled.
“Yeah, I have never heard you laugh like that before. It creeped both of us the hell out. Poor Stephie has not stopped crying since the laughing started. We thought you would never wake up. She even tried holding you for hours on end but the screaming would just get louder and louder.” Dad started to calm down with my heartbeat.”
“What? No that can be right we got here yesterday” I said in a panic. My heart is beginning to race again.
“Son it's been almost two weeks”
“Where are the others? What happened to everyone else?
“Who are you talking about? The only ones here are Yanto, the Captain, and us three.”
“If you're playing a sick joke on me it's not funny.”
“I still don't understand who or what you are saying.”
“Where’s Eric… ERIC…ERIC…ERIC?“
“Whose Eric? Who the hell are you screaming for, there’s no one here by that name! You know what, I'm not sure what's going on or why you're acting this way but it needs to stop. You seem like you have the energy to make shit up then just go take a fucking shower and come back to me when you can start making sense.” Dad yells as he gets out of his chair then storms out muttering something under his breath as he slams the room door closed. Stephie is standing with her hands still covering her face in disbelief. Stephie ’s eyes begin to tear up. With a very annoyed look I stare at this grown woman on the verge of bawling her eyes out. “HA..HAHA…HAHAHA…” Stephie begins to start laughing as she buries her face further into her hands.
“HA..HAHA…HAHAHA…” Stephie begins to laugh harder.
“What’s wrong with you?” I shakenly say.
“HA..HAHA…HAHAHA…” She doesn’t react to anything I say.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” I shout to the top of my lungs.
“HA..HAHA…HAHAHA…” She still stands there laughing harder and harder.
“STOP IT!!” I scream and then silence. Stephie stands there motionless. Thes air is stale and still. Staring her down I move to the edge of the bed. Stephie begins to let out a soft and quiet “HA..HAHA…HAHAHA…”
“I’m not messing around. You can stop now.” I said. All of a sudden the room begins to fill with a familiar coldness. Stephie's laughing comes to an end. The room gets even colder to the point where I can clearly see every breath I take. Oddly though nothing is coming from Stephie at all. My eyes begin to water from staring so long at her. I shut my eyes as fast as I can. Once I open my eyes she’ll be gone right. Nope there she is the bitch herself, zombie vomit breath and everything, Just hovering millimeters away from my bed. Her head begins to spin clockwise till her forehead reaches where the chin used to be. Her feet are just inches away from the ceiling. Her straight blond hair and blue dress still lay flat as if not affected by gravity. Stephine's light blue eyes are now a bright pale blue. The areas of her eyes that were red are now a deep black. A few more moments go by then tears of blood begin to fall down her face. That stomach turning feeling from earlier is back. My eyes are burning from not blinking. I finally decided to cave in and blink as fast as I can then, just like that Stephie, the stale cold air, and even the sickness in my stomach are gone.