Bleeding Heart
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Category:
Horror/Thriller › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
4,405
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Bleeding Heart
“I’ve been watching you.”
“Reeeeaaally now?“ she cooed with a wrinkle of her nose. She heard a sigh on the other end.
“Yes my dear. Stop slurring, I’m here.”
“Like you were saying…”
“Ahhhh…” he chuckled and Penny shivered.
“So you want to talk to me now? After all the months of ignoring me, after the weeks of recoiling from my attention.”
His voice lowered and even over the phone Penny could hear as the voice that had haunted her nightmares took on edge, full of hurt and rage. Suddenly he screamed out at her and she flinched, and her hands began to shake, but she didn’t drop the phone, or cry out, though she wanted to.
“I touched you,”
Penny’s head reeled at the memory and she closed her eyes against it, shuddering hard in her seat.
“I gave you my gifts. I told you my secrets and my fantasies. And what did you do? YOU TOLD THE POLICE!! YOU BITCH!! THEY TRIED TO THROW ME AWAY--lock me away. As if I had done something wrong. When all I wanted…all I wanted…”
Though it made her physically ill even to think about it, she straightened and her lips curled in her ‘Penyroyal’ smile as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs.
She had to be strong, so she would be.
“What did you want?”
“YOU!”
Penny chuckled even while her insides cringed. He must have sensed it somehow. The bone deep, soul deep fear blended hysteria in her voice because he began to laugh.
He was laughing again, oh lord how she hated that laugh!
His words were a blur through the red haze of terror that swamped her. As he spoke, the policeman in the room who were quietly monitoring the call watched as Penny‘s eyes darkened and her hands clenched.
Finally, the man said something, something that had their senior analyst’s face paling and Chicago’s leading radio personality Pennyroyal tipping forward from her chair to fall on her hands and knees on her apartment floor. She threw up, back arching and nails digging into the carpet beneath her. Retching up a mixture of blood and the water which had been the only thing she’d been able to keep in her stomach ever since she’d been poisoned. She was so sick on the inside that she hadn’t been able to eat anything solid for days.
As her vision darkened and she fell face forward on the floor, the receiver clattered and fell, rolling under the desk and, dimly through the haze of pain, and shock, and horror, she could hear his voice laughing, laughing…and his slow manic repetition of "Just you and me Penny. Just you and me.” and the ominous click of the dial tone.
Then she was gone and there was nothing at all.
*
“Well that went well.”
“Oh shut up Johnson and help me get her on the bed.”
Penny’s eyes felt glued shut, her mouth was dry, making her tongue feel like a beached whale in the middle of the fucking desert. Not just a desert, but a ‘fucking’ desert. She groaned, and she could hear the flurry of panic as the policeman who had been carrying her scurried back, afraid she would barf again.
“Yall are fucking pathetic.” She croaked, and groaned as she turned onto her side. Her hair was matted to her head with sweat and she pushed at the limp strands with one clammy hand. Curling up in a tight ball to control the shooting pains in her abdomen, she whimpered a little. One of the female officers, Clarence she believed, took pity on her and called the front desk to check and see if the doctor was still in the building.
He was and the clerk promised to send him up once she saw him again. Dr. Morgan occupied room 408, two doors down from Penny’s. This had turned out to be a godsend a few days ago when her stalker, the police liked to call him ‘The Lover’ or more often than not, ‘Joker’, had sent his latest…gift, and with it her baby girl on to her grave.
The pain washed against her anew, beat at her until she believed she must be bleeding out the eyes, her very pores must be leaking blood, and if she wasn’t then she prayed she soon would be because she deserved worse after not protecting her baby girl.
Her little girl.
Her Sarah.
Penny drew a little more into herself and flinched. She began to keen, a high anguished wailing that grew and grew until Clarence sat beside her and petted her and rubbed until the sound was cut off on a sob of grief.
Her sobs were ripped from her, they shook her whole body until the bed groaned and she gnashed her teeth and clenched her hands until blood spilled from the shallow crescent cuts made by her nails. There was a knock on the door the others had closed with a discreet click, and a second later Dr. Morgan’s’ face was hovering over hers smiling anxiously.
Penny struck out at him and Clarence grabbed her arms, forced them over her head while Penny’s body bucked in the air and her legs kicked out desperately. There was a grunt and then Dr. Clarence was straddling her waist, holding her writhing body to the bed while avoiding the danger of her legs. He held a needle in his hand and Penny screamed when Clarence held her arm down while the doctor inserted the needle and pushed the plunger, so that the clear liquid in the tube was forced into her flesh. Into her veins, swimming in her blood, like her stalker wanted to swim in her blood. Her eyes clouded, and almost instantly her body went limp.
There was peace. A little at least, in a drugged sleep.
“Reeeeaaally now?“ she cooed with a wrinkle of her nose. She heard a sigh on the other end.
“Yes my dear. Stop slurring, I’m here.”
“Like you were saying…”
“Ahhhh…” he chuckled and Penny shivered.
“So you want to talk to me now? After all the months of ignoring me, after the weeks of recoiling from my attention.”
His voice lowered and even over the phone Penny could hear as the voice that had haunted her nightmares took on edge, full of hurt and rage. Suddenly he screamed out at her and she flinched, and her hands began to shake, but she didn’t drop the phone, or cry out, though she wanted to.
“I touched you,”
Penny’s head reeled at the memory and she closed her eyes against it, shuddering hard in her seat.
“I gave you my gifts. I told you my secrets and my fantasies. And what did you do? YOU TOLD THE POLICE!! YOU BITCH!! THEY TRIED TO THROW ME AWAY--lock me away. As if I had done something wrong. When all I wanted…all I wanted…”
Though it made her physically ill even to think about it, she straightened and her lips curled in her ‘Penyroyal’ smile as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs.
She had to be strong, so she would be.
“What did you want?”
“YOU!”
Penny chuckled even while her insides cringed. He must have sensed it somehow. The bone deep, soul deep fear blended hysteria in her voice because he began to laugh.
He was laughing again, oh lord how she hated that laugh!
His words were a blur through the red haze of terror that swamped her. As he spoke, the policeman in the room who were quietly monitoring the call watched as Penny‘s eyes darkened and her hands clenched.
Finally, the man said something, something that had their senior analyst’s face paling and Chicago’s leading radio personality Pennyroyal tipping forward from her chair to fall on her hands and knees on her apartment floor. She threw up, back arching and nails digging into the carpet beneath her. Retching up a mixture of blood and the water which had been the only thing she’d been able to keep in her stomach ever since she’d been poisoned. She was so sick on the inside that she hadn’t been able to eat anything solid for days.
As her vision darkened and she fell face forward on the floor, the receiver clattered and fell, rolling under the desk and, dimly through the haze of pain, and shock, and horror, she could hear his voice laughing, laughing…and his slow manic repetition of "Just you and me Penny. Just you and me.” and the ominous click of the dial tone.
Then she was gone and there was nothing at all.
*
“Well that went well.”
“Oh shut up Johnson and help me get her on the bed.”
Penny’s eyes felt glued shut, her mouth was dry, making her tongue feel like a beached whale in the middle of the fucking desert. Not just a desert, but a ‘fucking’ desert. She groaned, and she could hear the flurry of panic as the policeman who had been carrying her scurried back, afraid she would barf again.
“Yall are fucking pathetic.” She croaked, and groaned as she turned onto her side. Her hair was matted to her head with sweat and she pushed at the limp strands with one clammy hand. Curling up in a tight ball to control the shooting pains in her abdomen, she whimpered a little. One of the female officers, Clarence she believed, took pity on her and called the front desk to check and see if the doctor was still in the building.
He was and the clerk promised to send him up once she saw him again. Dr. Morgan occupied room 408, two doors down from Penny’s. This had turned out to be a godsend a few days ago when her stalker, the police liked to call him ‘The Lover’ or more often than not, ‘Joker’, had sent his latest…gift, and with it her baby girl on to her grave.
The pain washed against her anew, beat at her until she believed she must be bleeding out the eyes, her very pores must be leaking blood, and if she wasn’t then she prayed she soon would be because she deserved worse after not protecting her baby girl.
Her little girl.
Her Sarah.
Penny drew a little more into herself and flinched. She began to keen, a high anguished wailing that grew and grew until Clarence sat beside her and petted her and rubbed until the sound was cut off on a sob of grief.
Her sobs were ripped from her, they shook her whole body until the bed groaned and she gnashed her teeth and clenched her hands until blood spilled from the shallow crescent cuts made by her nails. There was a knock on the door the others had closed with a discreet click, and a second later Dr. Morgan’s’ face was hovering over hers smiling anxiously.
Penny struck out at him and Clarence grabbed her arms, forced them over her head while Penny’s body bucked in the air and her legs kicked out desperately. There was a grunt and then Dr. Clarence was straddling her waist, holding her writhing body to the bed while avoiding the danger of her legs. He held a needle in his hand and Penny screamed when Clarence held her arm down while the doctor inserted the needle and pushed the plunger, so that the clear liquid in the tube was forced into her flesh. Into her veins, swimming in her blood, like her stalker wanted to swim in her blood. Her eyes clouded, and almost instantly her body went limp.
There was peace. A little at least, in a drugged sleep.