Chapter 30
NICKIE
A FEW DAYS PRIOR
“Lizzie Borden took an axe and gave her mother forty whacks. When she saw what she had done, she gave her father forty-one…” I hummed the rhyme to myself over and over again as I remembered the way my big sister’s head had cracked open like a ripe honeydew melon and splattered blood all over our bedroom floor.
My daddy wouldn’t let me play with her after that. He said sissy wouldn’t do much playin’ with anyone any more after that. I told him she shouldn’t have taken my favorite dress then.
Noelle was always stealing my things and never givin’ them back. I let her keep my dress, though. I didn’t want it with all the blood on it anymore anyway. What I did want was someone to play with, instead of being cooped up in this room on my lonesome.
I huffed out an annoyed breath. I was booooored.
Things were quiet over on this side of the building tonight, which told me things weren’t so quiet on the other side.
I dropped the few kiddie books they let me keep in my room onto a pile on the floor and stepped on top to get a little peeky peek out the bulletproof window.
The halls were empty, and a few seconds later, I heard the code called out over the PA system.
There was a medical emergency in the main building.
Which meant all the nosey Nancys were rushing over there to scope it out.
No fair! I wanted to know what was going on too, so I did that thing where I started slamming my head against the wall and making those sounds sissy made when I tried to pull the hatchet out of her skull.
It had gotten stuck and I’d gotten blood all over my Mary Janes when I tried to hold her down with a foot on her chest.
Daddy hadn’t liked me doing that very much. He liked it less when the doctors told him there was nothing wrong with me. Wasn’t his fault, though. He didn’t know I liked to play games with the doctors too.
It didn’t take long for the guys at the desk to come rushing towards my room.
Picking me up off the floor, dropping me onto a gurney, and wheeling me down the hall to the medical ward.
I pretended to be asleep and all the people in the scrubs were too distracted by whatever was happening in one of the bays to pay much mind to me.
I peeked an eye open and then the other, before peering down at the straps on my wrists and ankles. Then I popped my thumb out of its socket and slipped an arm free, quickly unstrapping the other arm and then both my legs.
Everyone was shouting, calling out words like “emergency transport” and “extenuating circumstances.” I didn’t like big words. People just used ?em when they were trying to make themselves sound smart. Little words were just fine and didn’t have ya looking like a dickweed.
See? I could use big words too!
I slid off the hospital bed, tiptoed from behind the curtain, and rushed out the door before anyone even realized I was missing.
The halls over here were just as empty but I could feel the cameras watching me, so I looked up and gave them a little wave.
They didn’t wave back, though. They never did.
I continued skipping down the hall until I found the locker room where all the doctors and nurses and murses liked to clean up and get changed. They didn’t like having blood on them. I didn’t mind it so much. I kinda like the sticky feel when it was almost dried.
A murse had taken me into this locker room before, said it was more private than the bays. And he was right. I let him come all over my face and he gave me an M&M bag full of colorful pills and a joint.
I missed that part the most, being able to fuck and smoke whenever I wanted.
Here I had to wait until one of the guards could sneak off.
Then again, I did like it when they didn’t know I knew they were watching me touch myself through that little glass window on my door.
They would touch themselves too. I enjoyed that part more.
It was like watching the cap of a soda pop blow off when ya shook it too hard.
I shook my head, finally remembering why I was here, and tugged on each of the locker room doors until one of them opened and I found a pair of leggings and an old t-shirt. I took off my itchy hospital clothes and shoved them into the locker.
“Tradesies!” I giggled to myself before tugging the leggings up my legs and throwing the shirt over my head. Then I snooped around until I found a pair of shoes that fit. A few squirts of perfume and a comb through my hair and I was finally looking like my old self.
Pressing a hand to the locker room door, I popped my head out into the hallway, my mop of red hair brushing against the floor before my feet followed it.
All the alarms were going off now and I could hear sirens in the background. That meant that whoever was being emergencied was super important. Funny enough, the super important guys always had the smallest dicks. I could tell ya from experience.
I skipped back past the medical ward and out the back door, looking for someone to play with, but there was no one out here either. Just a big ol’ truck-van thing. I tugged the driver’s door open and found a set of keys inside.
Finders keepers!
I adjusted the seat and the mirrors like my daddy taught me and glanced up at the reflection of my green eyes staring back at me.
“Okay, Nickie Saint James, I think it’s time we blow this popsicle stand. What do ya say? You in or are you out?”