Young Writers Society

Secrets of the Unfaithful
By Angel of Death


Chapter 3

I had not been able to go to sleep. The fact that I had said yes to Lucy writing a book about me, irked me. It even surprised me. I would have said no, and curled my thoughts away in a protective shell. No one was allowed to read the pages of this diary, no matter how many times that batted their eyelashes or told me how interesting I was. I mean, I swear the girl is crazy about me. Though I wouldn't know. My heart has shriveled up long ago, after I left...

Two nurses came into the room, breaking me from my thoughts. One was a round woman, with tawny gray eyes and short blond hair. She never talked, but you could tell her eyes were forever watching. If I were not in my right mind, I'd think she was a mind reader. It was often I caught her staring at me with that ever-wondering gaze of hers. She lent me that gaze now. To make sure my privacy wasn't being evaded, I clamped my head and thought of nothing but the dry pancakes from this morning's breakfast. I was hungry. I hadn't realized it until the picture of crusty bread smothered with hot syrup entered my mind. There was a loud clank and then I opened my eyes. The other nurse, whose name I did not know, was setting a bin on the other cot. She smiled at me when she caught me staring. I tried to return the gesture but I think I've forgotten how to pull my lips up. There was a sponge floating around in some water inside the bin. They were going to give me a bath. Staring down at my severed arms, I sighed. My dressings needed to be changed anyway. They were starting to itch and if I smelled real hard, I could smell dead flesh and blood. Its scent was salty, almost like the ocean. The round nurse pulled back my blankets and carefully slipped off my pants. My skin was paler than usual. I've lived for so long without sunlight, that I am almost transparent. It felt good for my skin to breath though. Lucy always piled blanket after blanket on me. There were many times when I told her that I was hot and she had not listened. Silly girl. Oh the things I could do without her. I felt a warm sponge move gently up and down my leg. It was the other nurse. The one with the smile. She had long brown hair and a face that wasn't as appealing as some. Her eyes were too small and her lips weren't proportioned with her jaw or nose. I wouldn't judge her for her appearances though. She was no Lucy and I was fine by that. After she lathered my legs in soap and water, the other nurse dried me off. They did my upper body as well and then left. The brown-haired one took one last glance and then blushed immensely, as she walked out of the room.

Lucy was my next visitor. She brought with her bandages to replace my soaking wet ones. After changing them, she sat down in her spot and stared at me. I wanted to say something smart but I didn't. Instead, I grunted and waited for her to say something.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, her hands folded neatly in her lap.
"No," I replied, yawning. The conversation had not gone anywhere after that. Lucy had tried asking why I was so sorry, but I only told her that it was the lack of sunlight that was draining my energy. Her eyes lit up at this, and she promised that she'd take me for a stroll sometime.

My mum says that I'll never finish a book because I'm always starting over or getting new ideas.