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This is an old story that I was writing. I didn’t like where it was going, so I stopped writing it. I am now showing you guys that story. It is only a short snippet, but it’s what I got done before growing bored of the idea. I hope that is fine!

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Hospital from Hell

Chapter 1: Birthdays of Regret

She is seventy-seven today. Mary spent most of her birthdays looking at the old photos taking from her old pageants, wishing she could go back to the old days and receive that internship with Marilyn Agency once again.

That was the best day of her life. She was sitting in the kitchen chewing on a piece of bland chicken that her mother attempted to cook, when the phone rang throughout the trailer she was forced to be crammed into. Mary ran to the phone and answered, hoping that it was the management of Marilyn, she had dreamed of that phone call since her first pageant, and spent many nights waiting by the phone for this one phone call.

“Hello, my name is Brian, the Main manager at Marilyn.”

Mary was speechless, could this be real? Could her dream really becoming true with this one phone call, or was it coming to an end? Without this internship, Mary could kill modeling goodbye. Her mother already stated that unless  she proved by her senior year that she could become a model, she wouldn’t be allowed to pursue that dream.

“Hello, Mary Vengerro?” Brian ensured that he had not been disconnected

“Yes, I’m here” Marys’ voice cracked, leaving her embarrassed on the line.

“Yes, Mary, I’m calling on the behalf of your most recent application.”

Mary smiled big as she awaited her life to change

“I’m saddened to inform you that you haven’t been selected to participate in this year’s internship program.”

Megan’s heart dropped, tears filled her eyes. She tried to keep her composer while on the phone, but the tears came, and hard.

“Mam, Are you okay?” Brian asked sincerely, but she didn’t answer.

“Mam?” Brian repeated, again no one answered. He disconnects the phone.

Megan slams down the phone then throws it against the wall; her mother heard the sound and rushed in her room.

“What are you doing?” Linda asked as she searched for damage on Megan’s freshly painted wall.

“Nothing, leave!” Megan screams, Her mother steps back and puts her hand up.

“Don’t talk to me like that, little missy!” Megan puts her hand over her face and begins to bawl. Linda sits next to her and grabs her.

“They didn’t want me!” Linda couldn’t tell what she said so she asked what she said.

“They modeling company rejected me!” The room got silent, Megan waited for her mom to grab her, but she didn’t.

“No duh, your too fat!” Linda’s words hit hard. Megan couldn’t hold back what happens next, she blacks out.

Her hand flies through the air and makes contact with her mom’s face. Her head snaps back, not expecting the blow from her daughter.

Megan gets on top on her and began to punch her. Linda’s face began to get swollen with each hit. Blood was seeping through her nose; her eyes were nearly shut from the abuse she was receiving.

“Stop” Linda Screamed, Megan swings hard, and hits her in the mouth. She pulls back her hand to see a tooth came out with the punch and now was in her fist.

Finally Amber pulls away. Realizing what she did, Amber runs out of the room. Linda was left there, gasping for the tiniest lung full of air, but each breath she took was full of her own blood.

Megan comes back in to the room, Linda is still lying there with no movement, her chest isn’t moving. Megan hurries over to her, hoping she isn’t dead.

She jumps on top of her mother. Feels her chest and sees that her mother was still alive. Knowing that her mother would put her in jail, Megan had to do something.

“Mom, dad did this you go that? I will kill you if you say I did!” Linda nodded in agreement.

Megan left the room and called 911.



     The day, at work, was just beginning. I was tired from the lack of sleep, so I was a little behind. But it was 7 a.m. This was the time that we were suppose to be open. I told myself that I would catch up the other stuff as soon as I opened. As I went to open the gate, I remembered that I needed a bag of popcorn. Knowing that I had a few seconds, I ran back and grabbed one solo bag. This was at the same time I heard my co-worker tell someone I was coming. I ran to the front of the story, huffing from annoyance. Saying under my breath “You could just go to another store.” I didn’t mean it, I just get annoyed by the impatience of people. I understand it was 7, but you could also just calm down, since it was only 7:01.

      I get up to the front of the store and see two people standing on the other side of our fenced down. I slide one side of the door open, and they shot into the store and up to the register, almost as they were about to shout out their order. I took my time opening the other side of the fence. At this time, the lady looks over at me and smiles. I could tell that she was going to be very sweet and caring, so I hurried with the door and walked over to my register. I greeted her, took her order, and began to make her small black coffee. This was when I noticed something from the corner of my eye. The other person was gone, he left. I hate when costumers leave, because I want to give everyone the best customer service ever, but with our selected menu, I figured he wanted something we didn’t have. I handed this lady her coffee, and walked to the back to grab a line of cups. I round the corner to see another couple coming into the store. I walked to the front, dropped some hashbrowns, and took their order. They wanted a simple 2 meals. I filled the orders within minutes and took it out to their table. They were all smiles and giggles. I got a little energy from them as I was still trying to wake up.

      Twenty minutes go by, it is now 7:26 a.m. I was in the middle of another order when the phone rings. The phone only rings at this time in the morning if someone wants to borrow something, or someone is trying to call off. I couldn’t answer it, anyway, since I had a customer in front of me. I heard the ringing stop, figuring it was them hanging up I went back to doing my job. Moments after getting the people out of my lobby, my co-worker came up to me with the phone to his ear. bI gave him a look, a “who dat” look, he mumbled a few things and then handed me the phone. I greeted the lady over the phone, but she jumped straight to the point. “This is the 911 dispatcher, we just got a call, from a lady, saying you guys were being held up?” I laughed inside and replied “MAM, that is impossible, we have only been open for a few minutes.” She replied “This call was from a few minutes ago. The lady said she was in the store when a guy walked up, he called your co-worker to the side and slid him something in a napkin. Your co-worker slid the napkin under the counter and handed him money. We need to know, did he force you to give him money. Are you okay?”
      I realized this was no joke, and I quickly told her that we were okay, and that if anything was going on, we would not hesitate to give her a call. She sounded relieved as she told me to have a good day. After getting off the phone, I walked up to my co-worker and told him the situation. He shook his head and tld me that he owed him money and that he didn’t want the lady thinking he was drug dealing, so he placed the money in a napkin and gave it to him. We both chuckled at the situation and went along with our day, writing little hold up notes the whole day.
     In this world, there are some crazy people. I understand that this lady was trying to help, but the better way to help is to not leave. She never nudged me about the situation, or even gave hints that there was anything going on. She simply left. What if we were actually being held up? At the time that she called, the store would have been robbed. All I am saying, is maybe next time, she should stay until she knows that we okay. Nonetheless, we do appreciate the lady for caring, and want to llet her know that we are glad she profiled the black male that was getting his money back. Without you, this world woruldnt be safe

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