The Killer
Emma
I would make it all work. That was my thought when I walked out of the doctor’s office after the doctor confirmed that Granny could be discharged in a week's time. It was certain to be back to herself, and even better, and I was so excited; however, I recalled I was also losing Liam at the same time, which brought me back to the thought of clearing it all up, even though he might judge me, even though it made no much difference. But those thoughts shattered along with my excitement when I walked in to Grandma, lay on the bed, eyes wide open as though she was very shocked, and then down to her abdomen was blood nd a knife thrust into it.
My legs gave out on me, and I dropped to the ground. It was hard to process what was going on. How did this happen? She was sleeping when I left now..this, and there was–
My eyes slowly met with the one sitting by the side of the bed, his head hung low, and there was blood on his hands.
No, it can’t be. I gathered the strength, paid him no attention as I rushed out of the room. “Help! She’s going to die, please help!!” I tried to block out the voices that screamed at me that I was too late, that Granny was gone. I kept on screaming even as doctors and nurses ran to me, my throat ached so much, I was breathing hard, and my lungs probably forgot their use.
The doctor and some other nurses rushed, and I followed behind them, having faith that they would once again save my Grandmother, but the doctor had frozen before he even placed his hands on the side of her neck to check her pulse. He swallowed, taking off his glasses and taking a few steps back before slowly bowing to my grandmother, whose eyes were still wide open, staring at him.
“W-what are you doing?” I stared back and forth, between the doctors, the nurses, and my Grandmother. “What happened to her? Take her to the operating room, don’t just stand there, she’s going to die!” I scolded them, but this time the doctor shook his head.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Taylor, but we already lost her. Your Grandmother is dead.”
Everything blurred, and I staggered, but someone seemed to have held me up. It took a long time to process who the person was, as the doctor’s words kept ringing in my head.
“...Grandmother is dead”
No. No, it can’t be. “Check again, take her to the operating room, do something. She’s not dead, she would never want to leave me here,” I tried rushing to them, to get them to do something, but someone had their arms wrapped around me, holding me back.
“I’m sorry,” He muttered. Only now did I realize who the person holding on to me was. I spun and pushed him away.
“Mr. Anderson, I would like to speak with you.” I glanced between two of them but couldn’t say anything to them when I noticed one of the nurses was already covering my Grandmother with the white, she had been using to cover herself while she was asleep. Why were they covering her from head to toe?
“Don’t do that,” I rounded the bed and pushed them away, then I held on to Granny’s shoulder, totally avoiding looking at her abdomen and ignoring how abnormally cold she felt.
“Granny, wake up. I promise not to shut you out when you want to talk about your mother. I promise to listen to you always. They are wishing death on you. Granny, you don’t want to leave me, right? That’s why you made it out of the surgery, so wake up, tell me this is a prank.” I didn’t want to shake her, so instead I leaned down to hug her, to warm her up a little.
“She’s too cold, she needs a warmer.” I wasn’t even aware of how much I was sobbing and shaking; all I wanted was to wake Granny up. I cried against her chest, but she felt so stiff. Like a bag of meat and fluid.
“No!” I yelled, crying out to whichever god was out there to bring her back. I couldn’t lose her; I already felt like dying as well.
“Emma,”
“No!” I yelled and pushed Liam away, so had he almost landed on the floor. I wanted to do worse, staring at him while he had blood on his hands was making me go feral.
“What did you do?”
His brows furrowed at first, then they dropped. “She said you should run.”
What the fuck was he saying? “I asked what you did to my Grandmother? Did you kill her because we broke up? Did you kill her as revenge for me backing the wrong tree?” Liam stared at me with a disheartened look. Did I believe he could do it, to kill my grandmother, no, I never knew, but no one could ever tell, besides his ex did claim he was crazy. Perhaps I had pressed that button, but what I didn’t get was the reason he looked so shocked.
“You think I killed her?” He tilted his head a little, brows knitted.
“Who else has blood on their hands? Who was left behind when I stepped out? And who else would want ot kill my grandmother?”
“So you think I killed…your Grandmother?”
He stared deep into my eyes, waiting for my answer, and I did the same, wishing I was wrong, but I nodded in response. “There’s no other person I can think of.”
“Ma’am, it is too early to make such accusations, besides Mr. Liam had stated he had gone out for a smoke and when he returned he met this.” The doctor tried to come in between, but I didn’t believe him.
“You really think there’s no one who wants to kill your Grandmother?” Liam began, stretching forth his hands, then opening his palm, and I’m faced with a small bloodied dollhead attached to a smaller box. It was the smaller version of what was left in my house that night.
What the fuck is going on? Someone did kill Grandmother.