Photo by Phoebe T on UnsplashThursday, January 30
Julie was so happy to see the apartment. I moved us in while she was in the hospital. Having her home again felt so magical. She had been in the hospital for the last four days now.
I hated not having her home. Our previous place felt like a void. I also hated that the doctors didn’t know what to do — or what was actually wrong with her. The crazy part was, she wasn’t the only one.
According to the nurse, whatever was happening, was going around. Some sort of mysterious virus that was surfacing in people. There was no for sure way of knowing how to avoid it. They couldn’t even tell if it was contagious or not, or what it was actually from.
Julie was home though. I’d take care of her from here.
Saturday, Feb 1
Julie still didn’t have her energy. I had been giving her the supplements the doctor prescribed, as he informed in her discharge papers, that her nutrients levels were struggling to stay up. Food and other such things were basically a no-go, because she couldn’t keep anything down.
Ice and water were her main items for digestion. Crackers were okay at first, but then…yeah. She doesn’t seem to be getting better. If she gets any worse, I’ll be taking her back in. Until then, I’ll call my boss and tell him that I won’t be able to come into work for the next few days.
I’m sure he’ll understand.
Sunday, Feb 2
It was damn near impossible to wake Julie up this afternoon. She told me early the night before, that she was going to sleep for a bit. She literally didn’t wake up until I forced her wake. THE NEXT DAY.
What the hell was really going on? What the hell are doctors even for? I called the hospital, and they assured me that if I brought her back up there, she wouldn’t be seen for almost nine hours. NINE…HOURS.
According to the front desk, the hospital hadn’t calmed down in the last forty-eight hours. Multiple people were coming in by the waves with the same symptoms that Julie was having. Shit was unbelievable.
And I didn’t have to worry about calling my boss again, because he had already sent a group text, stating that no one was to come into the office until further notice. Apparently multiple staff members had called off sick.
This shit was getting out of hand.
Monday, Feb 3
Julie’s eyes were bleeding. Like, actually leaking blood. I should’ve just took her in when I started to. But I cleaned her up.
I cleaned her up and got ready to take her in. She wasn’t even speaking human language anymore. It was like she had a twisted tongue or something. I had never heard of any sickness causing all of these symptoms. Those doctors were going to tell me something.
That was the plan at least. But we didn’t make it that far.
Julie went into some sort of seizure. Then, she completely went out. Inactive. Not even breathing. At least…I could’ve sworn she wasn’t breathing. And then she rose up. She came after me.
Her eyes were bleeding again. This time, her blood was black. We tussled in that little apartment. I tried pushing her off me. I tried restraining her. She was so snappy. She wanted after me so badly. She wasn’t even a violent person — so this side of her…was unheard of.
The last time I pushed her, she slipped and hit her forehead on the counter’s edge. She was leaking blood now from a gash on her head. Fuck. What the hell was I supposed to do now?
I freaked out. I went to check on her, but her eyes never left the ceiling. I just…I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, hoping something would come to me. Like, in my mind as to what to do. Nothing. Nothing came to mind.
Julie was no longer lying in between the kitchen floor and the dining room floor at this point. Just a puddle of her blood and some footprints. And like a dumb ass, I followed these footprints.
Somehow the footprints managed to get past the bathroom. I hadn’t heard anything while I was in the bathroom. How was a woman that was just inactive for days, all of sudden deranged with tons of strength, stamina, and durability. And speed apparently.
She jumped out on me again. She came out of the closet in the hallway. She tricked me, because the bedroom door was the thing that open. Even our closet in the bedroom was open. I guessed her to be here instead.
I was terrified — I won’t lie. She had a damn steak knife in her hand. She cut my arms and my wrist wrestling with her. If it wasn’t for my adrenaline over working at this point, she would have killed me. She tried to.
Julie was no longer Julie at this point. So I stopped treating her as such. This last time I got her off me, I tossed a bottle in her face, and then attacked her. I was able to tackle her to the floor.
I did it. I still can’t believe I did it, but…I know I had to. I banged her head against the floor over and over again. And as soon as she released her grip on the steak knife, I picked up this same knife and stabbed her. Right in the chest.
She finally stopped coming after me. She finally didn’t move. Her eyes looked so zoned out at this point. Lifeless, to be exact.
I got the hell outta there.
Wednesday, Feb 5
Julie, forgive me. Wherever you may be now…I know that wasn’t you that night. I have proof.
Attacks all over the city have been reported. Attacks just like the one between you and I. I’m sorry you didn’t get to live your life out the way you wanted. I’m sorry for the pain you endured to the very end.
I can only hope that you weren’t conscious during those final moments of your life. I can’t even say I pray for anything.
Prayers have never gotten me far.
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