Short Story : ' The Town '

Patient safety is number one in hospitals. Every staff member that comes into contact with a patient should always have the question, “Will the patient be safe?” in the back of

I haven’t thought about my old town in years, and here I am in front of my childhood home preparing myself for what I might see when I walk through this door. As I reached for the handle, the door swung open practically hitting me in the face. Astonished, I stood there utterly astonished. What made me even more surprised was the person opening the door…”Miss Caroline?” She seemed to have not realized me and ran off in a hurry. Least to say that really took my mind off of the whole situation of my father dying.

I remember falling asleep, but I don’t remember being in a bed. I had fallen asleep in the hall due to my emotional state. My body didn’t need the sleep. My mind did. I’m actually happy I did. It got my mind off all my problems and sorrows for a good while. I sit up, pushing the unfamiliar blankets off my body. I’m in a strange hard bed in a foreign room. Everything around me feels new and alien. This isn’t my dull little prison. This room is slightly decorated with light brown walls and a dresser covered with random things.

All I saw was pitch black. As soon as I opened my eyes I felt like I was staring straight into the sun. I jumped out of bed at the sound of my alarm clock blaring noise into my ear. I then glanced at my clock which read 8:13 am. I walked to the kitchen to grab a muffin, but I then heard my dad yell, ”Are you ready for the finals?”.

Staring up at the dark ceiling, I lay on my bed, my body aching from yesterday’s fall. I really don’t want to move, my back hurting the most. My mind continues to wander back to the strange book. I was so close to maybe finding a way out of this place and now I’m not. All I had to do was just grab the book, but instead I dropped it.

My eyes open in a flash, and I’m welcomed by the darkness of my room. The nightmares still happen, and has been for two years. I can’t forget that day, for it still burns in my head.

1550: A time of vanished hopes and gluttony in the small town of Hunsenbrug, where livestock roamed wild, plains were filled with green and tall grass, and the vanilla-cream stone castle stood strong. We, the victims of this monarchy, had no right to say anything to the king. All we possessed was the dirt beneath our calloused feet. We endured the burden of knowing that no matter how hard we worked, we would still be stuck in the same hardship. Trials were the eerie punishment for poor villagers that could not pay taxes; they were held like holidays. The only difference was that they were held every Saturday. The royals would just sneer at our drowning bodies in that abyssal River that we called The Isladine. It wasn’t soon before our desire for respect grew. We villagers were not going to endure such nonsense. We decided to have an arcane gathering to solve this problem.

The streetlights flickered every other minute, as the sun hid behind the clouds, keeping the town a bit gloomy. I continued walking, unsure of where to go, but desperate to get back home. As I walked, I could hear laughing children echo all around me, and then the indistinct sound of the melody of the song echoed along with them. Looking ahead, I saw something, or someone standing off in the

Opening my eyes to the complete darkness and loneliness, I swung awake. The last thing I can remember is the dog running out into the road, the brightness of the day light, and the car headed off the road. As my head cleared, I realize I’m hanging upside down. Feet and legs completely binded. Hearing something breathing behind me was very unsettling. From what I could see and feel this was a cold and dank cave. There was the dim light of a fire shining shadows across the open cavern. My wallet, watch, and an old pocket knife I always had on me was feet away on a stone pedestal. Dad always kept his Swiss Army Knife in his pocket no matter where he went.

I had been instructed to introduce myself to the patients, so I started with the first room and began to work my way down the long and dimly lit hallway. Popping my head into each room, I quickly muttered my name and half of a greeting before rushing over to the next one. Many of the patients in the unit didn’t acknowledge me, and for that, I was grateful. It wasn’t until I had gotten to the last room, in fact, that I was even met with a

It was 5 A.M. and my thoughts were everywhere. I kept tossing and turning, desperately trying to fall asleep, but knowing I couldn't. I finally slipped out of bed, carefully so that I wouldn't wake up Olivia, and proceeded to walk down the stairs. I sat down on the living room couch and exhaled deeply as I stared into the sunroof.

I’m alone in a dark, murky world. All I feel right now is cold, anxious, and…scared. I’m already too tired to run. I’m shaking within a pitch black world. Then I hear someone’s voice in the distance.

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

I look at the clock; it's been one hour. One out of twenty four, is it really worth it? Spending a twenty fourth of my day trying to seem normal? Trying to pretend like I’m okay? As I walk out of my room to head

At night, beyond the public eye, the rooftop comforts me, provides me a my safe haven. I hear the wind whispering my name to escape: but I do not listen. Being in my own world ushers a feeling of fright, yet also comes as a relief. With no one there to judge me; I sit alone, with the company of my inner demons.. I close my eyes, my demons have assailed me all day, midnight is their time. The void of judgment has remained. It’s dark, but at the end you see a flash of light. So, I walk in the obesity of my mind where the darkness has taken over. The sense of being paralyzed comes to my mind, my fears are woken up and the sense of neglect is off. I smell fear all around. I do not smell the smoke from the burning wood I left. The smell of fear and sweat are much more dominant,I feel my hands are getting sweaty, my body frozen, paralyzed. My heart beats faster than ever before. My Demons have become vigorous. An explosion of fear, rage, sadness and anxiety overwhelms me, but I cannot wake up. Powerless, my demons pull me into the darkest depths of my mind where I try to hold on for dear mercy.