The Patient


Based on a true story~

We drove for what felt like hours.

The harsh coldness of the wind crept its way into the car causing my father and sister to shiver under its atmosphere. I cuddled my sister for a feeling of warmth and rested my head on her shoulder to fall into the peaceful bliss of sleep.

Buzzzz.

The car started buzzing uncontrollably and I immediately jumped in my seat. My father said, “We’re running out of gas."

My sister despondently looked out the window. My father looked ahead and saw a building, standing tall in the darkness. He sighed in relief and drove us there.

“Wait here I’ll be back," my father said as he walked into the building.

My sister and I waited for at least fifteen minutes before we started to get worried.
I then reached for the car handl- 

THUMP!

A banging noise started to come from the roof of the car. My sister backed me down behind the seat and we began to cuddle together.

We watched as blood began to pour down the windows. My heart was racing and then we began to hear...Sirens. Sirens, and then gunshots and men running to our car and pulling us out.

It was the police.

What they explained to us was mortifying.

But when I saw the car and what was next to it, I already knew...

Next to the car was the severed head of my father. And the body of a killer. The killer wore patient clothes and a silver cross necklace. The cops explained that we had stopped next to an abandoned asylum and my father called the police to save us.

They drove us to the police station and my mother stood in the waiting room crying. My sister and I hugged her. I sat sadly in my chair next to them and reached into my pocket for my phone, hoping to text my counsellor.

I pulled out my phone and attached to it was a silver cross necklace.

I held my breath in fear...

Miss A (anon)
Year 8

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