Short Story

Katy James Memory

I am a woman who live in the busiest city in the world. My name is Katy James; my red carrot hair, blue eyes and white skin make my friend call me “Ginger”. I work as a nurse in one of the biggest hospital in Manhattan. My noble job making my behavior should full of care and love with each other, but one day I turn into my dark side and make people turn their judgment?

One day in the Harriman State Park…

I went with my friends Tommy. It was getting darker and as we drove deeper in the woods, ambience got still and foggy. There wasn’t any chores of pretty birds or sound of water breaking into a water fall, just purring of the scooter. I stopped somewhere “what’s here?” he asked.

I turned the ignition off and got out and said, “There’s something I want to ask you”

“What is this Katy?” she asked getting out.

“Why did you tell Laura that I talked rubbish about her to you, why did you lie? You used me!”

“Laura? Who is she? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Now you want to pretend like you don’t know her”

“No! I don’t! damn you freak I am getting out of here!” he went fast to his scooter and Laura came running from behind me and hit his head with a rock in her right hand, she hit him real hard. He didn’t scream or fought back, he turned around to look at her and had a paused expression of a dog thrown off rooftop. He fell down as if his batteries had dried out. She twisted to look at me, her eyes were red, there was blood on her face but it wasn’t hers, she was breathing heavy and fast. She horrified my guts.

She ran to attack me, I grabbed her by forearms and kicked her stomach and pushed her away. She fell down, I dodged the rock which she threw being prone and kicked her again but the pretty face which knocked her out.

I tried to wake Tommy’s up, he was bleeding in my hands. I felt his nerve on my fingers and it was still beating. I called cops from his phone and put it back in his bag before trying to cover his head with my handkerchief… just then my head started hurting, I felt like it was going to explode and to contain it I pressed my temples. I heard a deafening shrill and I popped.

I woke up on a hospital bed, there was an old man coughing pretty bad on a bed beside mine, the tube-light on the wall across was too bright in my eyes. That room stunk of faces and blood. I tried to look at things and make out what they were, everything blurred and a white form walked past to the old man and gave him a tablet. I sat up, rubbed my eyes and looked at a watch on the wall, it was 3:03 am, and roughly nine hours had past. The nurse asked me if I wanted anything, I didn’t tell her that I wanted to get out, and then she left. In addition, I realize my job in the hospitals in Manhattan.

There was no one else but us in that ward, I disoriented; I still had my own clothes on. My head didn’t ache, it felt as normal as waking up in middle of a night to get ice-cream from refrigerator. I opened the white door and went outside. The hospital was crowded, I couldn’t make out which hospital I was in but it looked familiar. A lot of hospitals look similar from inside, white walls, same white dress code, posters and TV on walls showing animations about health and life.

I started walking left then people recognized me, as I am a murder. people stares make me sick and I want to run out of hospital, but then I woke up with a loud of noise because of my apartment in Manhattan was near with the railways station. When it is the first morning train passing by, the wall was shook like an earthquake and the sound of honking machinist also makes her heart thrill. It make the railways being her alarm clock. Nevertheless, I never care with that. I always start the morning with a silly smile as I opened the window and take a deep breath. I realized that there was something odd about her at that time, I remember about last night it just a dream. Then, I calm myself by making my favorite cup of Italian coffee and get ready to go to work.