Waiting For The EndMature

I watched him in his bed, twitching madly.  The first thing I noticed was the smile across his face, but it was an eerie smile...not one brought by happiness.  The next thing I noticed was the constant flickering of his eyes to the woman who lay immobile in the bed over from his.  He continued to glance over to her, and his eyes would widen before jumping back to the ceiling above himself.  I almost smiled, watching him.  I wasn't happy, like he, but I felt a fluttering in my chest knowing that he was there.  

No one deserved what he had done to her, especially not her...he called it love, but was it?  Yes, her heart pounded faster when he was near...but not out of pleasurable excitement...

The screams were like a catchy song, long and drawn out, replayed over and over, and honestly quite often stuck in one's head.  

He wasn't specifically my patient, but I felt drawn to him.  Why did I even bother?  Maybe it was because he reminded me of someone...

He reminds you of yourself, you silly girl...

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