Emily's P.O.V.

I walked out of English really sad. Tonight I was supposed to write a five page essay on how killing makes me feel. Yet the problem was, I don't kill.... I walked slumpily to my locker. As I grabbed my books for history, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and found a tall man wearing a white bedazzled coat and a stethoscope around his neck.

"Hi sweetie, I saw you over there but I couldn't help but notice how sad you looked! Are you feeling alright." The man said.

"Uh, Im fine. Totally fine, I uh was just uh going to my uh next uh class...." I replied while focusing on his face. He was wearing makeup!

"Are you sure? You seem like you have to case of uh-itis. Its when you cant stop saying uh. Here, come with me to my office." He said while pulling me down the hall.

We entered his office where there were a bunch of body parts I can't name hanging on the wall.

"Just lay down right here sweetie." He said while pointing to a white bedazzled (of course) chair.

Thats when I realized the most terrible thing..... This guy is a nurse!!!!!!!! A nurse who bedazzles everything, and wears makeup, and hangs body parts on walls! Who hires these people???

"Ok now im just going to do a little work on your tongue so hold still sweetie. Oh and call me Nurse."

"Uh, ok." I said while terrified. How do I know this guy has a degree? Or even went to a medical school.

He gave me a pill and after that I just blacked out.

A.N

Hey guys! Hope you like the story so far. Sorry I havent wrote in a while. Its because me and my sister dont live together, so I can only write when I see her.