**Warning: these entries may be graphic and, hopefully, frightening. Keep in mind this is merely fiction. No humans (or animals) have or will be harmed in the production of this blog. All names have been chosen at random and are not meant to represent anyone, living or dead. Any similarities are purely coincidental**
10/11/13 7:45 AM
I can’t sleep. The
pain is back and worse than before. Dick
recommended that I go for a walk when I’m really hurting because it will loosen
up my muscles. Dick is a dumbass. The walk only made me hurt more but there was
one positive note. I figured out where I’d
seen those Hemlock flowers before. Two
blocks down, there’s a little cottage style house that looks like something out
of a fairy tale. Growing along the
border of their wildflower garden were the same little clustered white flowers and
the lacy leaves triangular that I’d seen in the pictures. Since I was the only one out strolling the
neighborhood, I picked a large bunch and high-tailed it home. I went straight to my computer and compared
the pics. I am almost positive they’re
the same plant. There’s only one way to
be sure. I will need to try it out on
someone and I think I know exactly who I can use as my guinea pig. I’m gonna take a couple of Percocets and go
back to sleep. I have a double shift
tonight. More later.
Still 10/11/13
11:59 PM
Shit! Houston, we’ve
got a problem. The good news: the
Hemlock is real and it works. The bad
news: I’m not sure if I’m in the clear this time. I was working with Nikki tonight and, as you
know, I can’t stand her. I had ordered
the chef’s special tonight for myself and I was going to eat it on my
break. Jack’s pretty cool about giving
us a discount on the food-50% off when we’re working. I was just about to clock out because Alex
had my meal plated. Nikki clocked out
and started eating my dinner! I was so
pissed. I swear it was like I was on
auto-pilot or something. I was watching
myself from the outside-like an out of body experience. I walked into the back, opened my bag, and
pulled out a handful of leaves and stems from the Hemlock. When Nikki got up to refill her drink, I mixed
them in with her, or I should say my, spring mix salad. She ate it all. The funny thing is, she kept complaining to
Alex that the greens were really bitter and he told her she needed to quit
smoking because it was messing up her taste buds. About a half hour, maybe 45 minutes later,
Nikki doubled over in pain. Seriously,
she fell over onto a tray full of food and just laid there sobbing. Jack called an ambulance and they took her to
the hospital. Jack called us from the
hospital just before closing but he hadn’t heard anything yet. He kept saying something about hippo laws and
that the hospital wouldn’t disclose any information to him. (Idiot) It’s HIPAA but I’ll let him slide. Jack’s a pretty healthy guy so I doubt he
spends much time having to read all those stupid forms from the doctor’s
offices. I’ve signed enough waivers so I
sure as heck know all about those laws. Anyway,
I have a feeling Nikki is dead.
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