Dr. Maria Alternate Ending
Days with no food, nights with no rest, an abominable memory that doesn’t part my mind. The sounds of her voice and the attributes of her face remain preserved in my memory. An endless nightmare that I’m trapped in an aphotic room imprisoned between four walls, so tight they start to suffocate me. The sounds of footsteps break the silence; I held my breath for a good minute trying to divert my focus on the noise that seemed to be gradually getting louder with every step, sending shivers down my spine. The unknown creature behind closed doors stops dead. Oblivious of the next move I should take I found self automatically scurrying to the corner of my wooden bed crouching into a small ball, blood shot eyes fixed on the creaking twist emerging
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‘Now who can that be at this time of day’? Mother lightly pecked my cheek before hurrying down to welcomes none other than Dr. Maria ‘great here we go... She walks in taking large steps; her body so bony she could collapse at any moment. Her greasy brown hair just about covers those pointy elf ears and brushes the tips of her arched shoulders - She glanced around like a predator searching for its prey so vicious and hungry. Then those black empty holes caught up with mine. Slowly, she pulls a weird face moving her wrinkly lips to reveal these horrendous, decayed, yellow and revolting things that you may say were teeth; from where I was standing they looked like ancient tomb stones ready to take me to my death. As usual, we are in the kitchen and my mother is explaining how I’m going insane due to the tragic incident on November 4than unforgettable night that has haunt me ever since, the day my sister Lucy passed away. But it’s not true, I’m not insane! No one believes that I’m fine, that there’s nothing wrong and that I don’t need any psychological help; It seems like I don’t even believe myself. After an hour of therapy and constant lectures about social clubs and other stupid ways to ‘help’ me she finally reaches out her twigged fingers grabs her bag and stands up ready to
‘Now who can that be at this time of day’? Mother lightly pecked my cheek before hurrying down to welcomes none other than Dr. Maria ‘great here we go... She walks in taking large steps; her body so bony she could collapse at any moment. Her greasy brown hair just about covers those pointy elf ears and brushes the tips of her arched shoulders - She glanced around like a predator searching for its prey so vicious and hungry. Then those black empty holes caught up with mine. Slowly, she pulls a weird face moving her wrinkly lips to reveal these horrendous, decayed, yellow and revolting things that you may say were teeth; from where I was standing they looked like ancient tomb stones ready to take me to my death. As usual, we are in the kitchen and my mother is explaining how I’m going insane due to the tragic incident on November 4than unforgettable night that has haunt me ever since, the day my sister Lucy passed away. But it’s not true, I’m not insane! No one believes that I’m fine, that there’s nothing wrong and that I don’t need any psychological help; It seems like I don’t even believe myself. After an hour of therapy and constant lectures about social clubs and other stupid ways to ‘help’ me she finally reaches out her twigged fingers grabs her bag and stands up ready to