Restless, upset, bothered, mixed emotions came rushing through my entire body when our supervisor announced that I was assigned in Medea's Hospital. Not only did I hate the fact that I will work at that place, I was also scheduled as a night shift nurse along with my greatest rival. The only bonus I think I get is that the hospital is just five minutes walk from home. That is maybe why I was assigned to it in the first place, but that is also why I don't want to be in it. The scent of that hospital is something I can't bear. It has a heavy aura and whenever I pass through it, I feel uncomfortable. It is as if a lot of eyes are nailed at me, making me shiver down to my very core. It is a perfect illustration of a haunted place. Though the color of the hospital's wall is beige, I can see spots of red in every corner of it. I always see a girl running from one side to the other side of the hospital every 10 of the night, with a very painful expression and covered with her own blood. There's also a man, who has a very dark complexion, his hair is so messy that I can't clearly see the expression of his face. The only thing that gives me chill is his cold stares aiming directly towards me. Sometimes, he is grinning. Most of the time, he is laughing like crazy.
If only I can just be a normal person, not seeing a thing that most of the people can't see. If only I can just walk freely, never need to be bothered by the rare sights of people who already leave their physical bodies. My thoughts drift away when the phone sitting next to me rang. A sudden call from my supervisor makes me really depress. But instead of whining, I get myself ready and started walking on the path I don't want to take.
'You dare take a step on this place. After all you've done.' An angry voice fills my ear after I entered the premises. I did not do anything wrong. I just neglect what I've heard and walk straight to the one who will be in charge of me.
She orients me about the basics of work before I start visiting all of the hospital rooms for checking. Instead of taking an elevator, I went straight to the stairs and got myself to work out. This way, I'm more safer, more secured. Before I take a final leap of the stairs to reach the ground floor, I saw a guy sitting in the corner crying. My foot became unsteady, my heart started racing, I'm losing my capability to think calmly. He seems really familiar. A few seconds passed, and I realized that he is now staring at me with a very sad expression showing on his face. That is not what bothers me. What makes me anxious is that I'm looking at the same feature of the face which I have. We are like an identical twin. He smiled at me and says, 'Remember the time I always visited you in this hospital?'
Just that one sentence makes all my memories come rushing on my mind. He is me. He is the real owner of this body. And I, I was his bestfriend. A very sick person who always has that one visitor who really cared for me. But I failed him, I tricked him, I've taken the opportunity and used his weakness to live. I stole his life away from him.
'Sorry.' I say softly, begging for forgiveness. I'm not waiting for an answer. I'm also not expecting of being forgiven. The menacing look on his face made me sure that I'm not going to leave this place unharmed. I guess, my instincts are right. I hate this place.
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