Story six:
As dad walked over to me two men in white came to me. "Im sorry sir, but you can't touch her." said one. "Thats right. She's infected." said the other.
"Infected with what?" my father asked. His eyes were lock in rage and on to the men. "The creature has gotten her."
"What makes you say that?"
"The gash in her leg."
"Maybe she cut herself!"
The men grew mad. "Do you really think a simple cut could be so large?!?" My father became silent. Mad, but silent. After a moment of silence he finally spoke. "Fine." At the moment that word hit my ears my horridly pale skin turned pure white. Mother's face froze in shock and horror. "Dad..." I murmered. "Yes?"
"Why?"
"What?" Tears formed in my eyes. My voice then sounded horibly angry.
"Why the hell would you say t...!" I began to feel a lump in my throght and I began to cough. This was worse then a normal cough. It sounded and almost felt like I was choking. Right as that felling began, I started to cough up blood. Not chrimson blood though, black blood. Blood as dark as the night stained my hospital gown. I heard everyone but the weird men freak and start screaming. The last thing I remember was my mother running to me. Then, black.
To Be Continued...
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