BXBX NOVEL Chapter 6 - Kill Me!!!
EARTH, SOLOMON ISLANDS, MAKIRA ISLAND, CITY OF KIRAKIRA.
Almost the entire island of Makira was uninhabited. The total population of this island was barely five thousand people, and most were natives. The island itself was a refuge to several rare bird species and had vast fauna and flora, with crystal clear sea and white beaches. An ideal place for a vacation.
Kirakira was a city in Makira with no more than 10 blocks of construction, and a long road that outlined several beaches and connected to small villages with no more than 10 houses each.
The houses in Kirakira were mostly made with wood, and the locals survived from fishing and being touristic guides.
Even so, being a touristic island and a remote place, it had a small airport and a hospital, along with the basic infrastructure of a small city.
Inside the hospital of Kirakira, a man was being dragged to the surgery room. Behind that man, a trail of blood, and in his neck, an improvised bandage was responsible to hold most of the blood inside the man..
This man was Mack and unknown to him, for his luck or not, he was in the same block as the hospital.
The kid\'s father, seeing both fall unconscious and all the blood, ran to the kid, then more people came to help Mack, one of them being a nurse that provided the first aid, later, bringing Mack to the hospital with other people helping her.
One could say that Mack\'s luck was so good as his bad luck.
Inside the surgery room of the hospital, the only doctor available at that moment, seeing the commotion, run to Mack and the other people and started the procedure immediately.
A few minutes later, the medic finally sutured the wound and applied saline on Mack\'s vein to compensate for the blood loss, but mack was still unconscious because of the excessive blood loss.
"I think he may enter in a short coma due to blood loss, keep monitoring and applying IV saline, and he may recover in a few days. I will come to check on him daily." said the Medic to the nurses around.
Mack, for the second time in months, could finally sleep.
FIVE DAYS LATER
~ BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP ~
The noise made by the heart monitor could be heard by Mack but he was still laying on the bed with closed eyes and was finally regaining his consciousness.
"wher m?" he asked in a weak voice that no one could have heard.
He could feel his head pulsating. It was probably the worst headache he had in life. At each pulse, it was like something was squeezing his brain and the excruciating acute white noise he heard felt so good and so bad at the same time that Mack himself could not believe it.
Until…..
~sssssssssssssshalllbeliveonliveonformeon....aaaaaaaaaaandssssss...….comeeeeeeee...ssswaaaeee~
But for his misfortune, his hallucinations started again, not caring if he had a headache or was having a drink by a bar, or like now, in a bed of a hospital.
Mack almost forgot about those voices when he woke up, but here were them again, and those voices were only in his mind.
"ahhhhhhh! no, no, stop it!" urged Mack to himself, still in a weak voice.
"dammed book, I will burn you!" screamed Mack, but his voice sounded more like a febrile cat.
A few days after doing the tattoos, Mack heard some voices. At start was only one time a day, but then, each day it intensified, and now, Mack was hearing those damned voices all day long, for months.
He could only sleep if he passed out from exhaustion, or got drunk enough. Those voices interfered with his thoughts, even when he was hearing music at the highest volume possible, not giving him a single moment of peace.
~sssssssssssssshalllbeliveonliveonformeon....aaaaaaaaaaandssssss...….comeeeeeeee...ssswaaaaaaaakeeeeeeeeeeeeeee….meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuu~
"Arghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! someone just kill me please! i cant, cant! just kill me! kill me!" screamed Mack, regaining his normal voice.
"He woke up from the coma, call the doctor." said a nurse in the hallway that heard the commotion made by Mack.
"I can\'t take it anymore. I can\'t!"
Mack started to punch himself in the face, but he was so weak that any effort was futile.
Those voices seemed to want to break his will to live. Wanted them to surrender to a simple death. And Mack succumbed to it. He did not care for his life anymore. He doesn\'t have any family, no one who cared about him nor he had any grant goal in life.
To make everything worst he was hunted by almost all the countries in the world.
Who in this world would care about a life of running, not sleeping, not being welcomed? It\'s not a life anymore, it\'s a full-time torture.
~sssssssssssssshalllbeliveonliveonformeon....aaaaaaaaaaandssssss...….comeeeeeeee...ssswaaaaaaaakeeeeeeeeeeeeeee….meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuu~
"Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! STOP!!!!!!!!"
Mack was still extremely weak, but even so, raised himself from the bed to stay on foot.
~STUMBLE~
Only to fall on the floor.
His naked body, which was only covered by a patient gown, was dragged along the floor by his own bare hands and arms in the direction of the wall.
He moved his body as the soldiers would do in war movies.
"I will make you stop! I don\'t care anymore!" screamed Mack furious and helpless at the same time.
Mack face was red and protuberant veins could be seen on his neck and in his arms.
When dragging his body, the vial that held his IV saline fell to the ground, and the machine that monitored his heartbeat went off. Making a scene that looked like someone was fighting ghosts while at the same time running from them.
With the commotion, the few nurses from the hallway or other rooms that were on the same floor of the hospital all went to Mack\'s room, but the nurse that first came to Mack room was still there looking shocked not knowing what to do, planted by the door like an ornamental cactus.
"Kill me kill me kill me! I can\'t take anymore! Please kill me!" screamed Mack, looking at the nurse.
The nurses never seeing something like that thought he went crazy during the coma.
A few nurses that came later saw him on the floor while screaming and run to help him, but before they could restrain him or help him to calm down, Mack approached the wall and put his two hands on the wall, and with crazed bloodshot eyes….
~BANG~
~BANG~
~BANG~
Mack hit the wall with his own head three times, and on the third time, his head slipped along the wall, leaving a trail of blood and silencing the voices in his head.
Mack was finally freed from the voices and could sleep again.