The Counting Days

Counting The Days

By Seafoam

Chapter 1

The nurses stood in front of most of the other patients including me. They had no smiles on their despicable faces. They stepped in front of the fourty of us, all in single file. Getting needles ready they retrieved the fluid ready and stared at the needle. The nurse in front of me had brunette hair with hideous split ends. Her hazel eyes had red, vast lines which gestured she hadn't slept in days.  She was by far the ugliest out of all the nurses. She grinned unlike most of the other nurses. The nurse held my pale white arm and injected it with the fluid. The fourty other nurses also did this to their patients. All of the patients except me fainted with no sign of life. The nurse looked at me with shock and glanced around the room to make sure she did the right operation. Other nurses started cleaning their needles and did not pay attention to her.

"She survived the injection." The nurse pronounced to the other nurses. Still the nurses did not look at her as if she did not exist. The nurse turned back to me and smiled as if this was the beginning of something miraculous.

"I knew something was magnificent about you! Please follow me. I must show you to the head." The nurse grabbed my arm with a tight grip and pulled me out of the strange room. The doors flung open with a push and she hustled me down the blank hall. Screams of pain came from each room as we passed.

"They are just surprised you made it. They still haven't made it in to treatment." The nurse tried to make conversation. I obviously didn't know what to say so I just kept my chapped lips shut. The tiles in the hall seemed so boring and endless. Then we came to a halt and the nurse guided me swiftly in to a wooden door with fine paneling. She knocked hardly to be heard.

"Yes, do come in. I don't have all day so make it quick!" A older man's voice shouted as we walked inside the door.

"She survived the injection. The only one in fact." The nurse tapped her foot quietly. The room was wooden with a soft carpet and a large canvas painting of a naked woman. The paneling on the wood had weird symbols which looked oddly reconizable.  As for the older man, he wasn't so old. He had blonde hair, leafy green eyes, and he seemed very muscular. His facial features were very handsome and he seemed almost irrestiable.

"I am surprised. Did you give her the treatment correctly? If not you will be sent to the nearest treatment room and be the one given the injection." He seemed very serious for such a young man.

"I have been training for five years, longer then all the other nurses. I am positive I gave the treatment correctly." The nurse's eyes never left the young man. The man stood up and walked over to me.

"I would've thought it would be a man. A female will do. I bet, more people will survive the injection. Now, what is your name?" The young man looked deep in to my eyes.

"My name is Charlotte." I answered and waited a few seconds before I could say anything else.

"Well, Charlotte. My name is Dr. Adrian, I am holding a treatment to see who is basically the true blood." Dr. Adrian smiled and turned back to his wooden desk and sat back down in his leather chair.

"How do you feel about killing?" Dr. Adrian looked at Charlotte and I had a mental breakdown in my mind. Did I have to kill someone? Something.