A Sickness That Made Her Try & Kill Me: A Horror Entry (Short Story)

Thursday, 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.

Emma goes from an academic girl…to being in the midst of a cult takeover. Classmates are hunting down other classmates. She is now trapped inside a college, with death awaiting around every corner.

The entire first season of my horror serialization is just about done. The last episode comes out in hours. Now’s the time to catch up.

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Poetry Pack(s): One Way Flight/Hold Me Tight Or Not

One Way Flight

Everything about you
Tells me to kiss the moon
You’re the closest I can get to this
You’re the reflection in the lake

~ Sakari

For others, it’s a countdown
For me, it’s a wish that escaped
I was just fortunate enough
To get the right genie

~ Sakari

Something deeper than a text
Something louder than a notification
I’m sipping myself to exhaustion
I use the days to tell a story

~ Sakari

I already have you
But I don’t have you
We’ve got plans to
But we can’t plan further
You came to me during my awake
But I’m dreaming of our nights

~ Sakari

I know once we get there
It’ll be everything included
You’ve already got someone to watch the kids
I’ve already got the place you can meet me

~ Sakari

Nothing seems like a sacrifice
When you’re what’s on the line
I’ll watch the clouds
Wave my old life goodbye

~ Sakari

Hold Me Tight Or Not

When I ask what you’re doing
I meant to ask if you were thinking of me
I mean do you love me
When there’s so many guys around

~ Sakari

If I was sad more often than happy
Would you believe you had this effect
Would you be cool with me acknowledging
I stress so strongly over you
I’m not the guy you can say
I can get over you

~ Sakari

Let’s never break up and mean it
Give passes to say the words in any order
There’s no chronological way
To be your lasting partner

~ Sakari

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What does a kiss from you feel like
Your lips resemble face pillows
I crack under the pressure
Of feeling wonderful from you

~ Sakari

I’ve been on hiatus without you
You’re an element to my needs
An important impact on who I am
On a daily basis

~ Sakari

Can we stay indoors
For three days straight
No sunlight, just your eyes
To tell me when to wake

~ Sakari

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You’re the liquor I can chase
The high that I believe in
I feel you against my skin
My veins react every time

~ Sakari

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Taking On A Second Author Brand: Being There For The Amazon Readers Too

An actual update from me

What I’ve Been Doing?

I almost don’t want to answer this question (just kidding). But I’ve spent tons of time writing, as usual. As well as figuring out a really good marketing strategy. I’ve also moved around the country a few times now, and I’m on my way out.

Let’s start with me moving around. I was in Michigan for a while. Then California. Now I’m in Seattle, and I’m on my way to Oregon. Oregon being my last stop, before I head overseas. My end goal: Move To The Philippines.

I’m also going back to online school. I was taking a course to teach abroad, and I recently stopped for about a month. I’m starting my classes back up next month, and I should be done soon. I’m super excited.

Secret Project???

There are two crowds of readers in the publishing world: Casual Readers & Subscription Readers. Again, this is how they are presented to authors. These readers aren’t often seen mixing, meaning casual readers don’t mind finding books on different platforms, while subscription readers are found checking out books on Amazon (exclusively). The goal for me, is to line the pieces up.

Both communities in one.

I know I can’t do this under one brand. Sakari Lacross is only one being. It’s a name that has already stapled more as a “wide author,” meaning the brand behind that name is known for publishing to a wider audience. No exclusivity. However, a second brand, allows for me to form a different strategy, without abandoning my old pen name’s lane of marketing.

Kamari L???

Exclusivity will be the brand under this pen name. The name will be under Kamari L. Kamari will introduce a more disciplined lane to my writing, as well as my targeted audience. The pen name Kamari will work under the horror and Fantasy audience. The writing style will tell stories through the form of journal entries, giving the feel of poetry and emotional connection, through past and present tense story telling.

Targeting Amazon exclusivity, allows me to keep the door open for readers. Those with a Kindle Unlimited account, will be able to gain instant access to my biweekly releases of all the episodic fiction I release under the Kamari name. For so long, I’ve abandoned this audience.

I have multiple projects in the works under this name, and I can’t wait to…yeah…more on this in the future…

Entry 1

I requested my mother’s body. I wanted to give her a proper burial. To my surprise…they couldn’t find it. A corpse. She was clearly dead. She had been murdered by…

None of that mattered. I still couldn’t wrap my head around her missing body. She had now been added to the list of missing corpses that had been being removed from their last site of rest. Who would move a woman spilling in cold blood?

The law would only tell us citizens so much. I hated this. This was now my mother missing — not someone I was watching on the news. And to think…me and my mother was just watching a missing corpse report on the news, four days ago.

She was gone before the scene could even be properly investigated. Though I watched her take her last breath. None of this made sense. There was no sign of proper connection to the previous bodies and hers. Just a string of murders and then…
Whoever was doing this, was beyond sick.
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(Future Project In The Works. Something for Kindle Unlimited Users)

When I ask what you’re doing
I meant to ask if you were thinking of me
I mean do you love me
When there’s so many guys around

~ Sakari

My latest poetry book is out now. Alone, is the start of a new poetry series, known as Too Many Missing Pieces.

A free quick read that’s available for everyone. Downloadable from multiple published platforms — Link Below:

Alone: Poetry Collection