"All done," said Amira. "See, not so bad." The women all left the room.
Is this when my Stalker appears?Or maybe Hassan.Oh God. Not Hassan.My dream was quickly turning into a nightmare. I hopped off the table and pulled on my clothes. I’d had enough. Dream or not, I was getting the hell out of here. I needed to give this place a zero-star review. At least they never got a chance to upsell me on bath salts, because I couldn’t afford anything in this place.
Chastity was waiting for me in the reception area.
"How was it?" she asked, her face flushed with excitement. "If yours was half as good as mine..."
"Let's get out of here," I said.Apparently it wasn’t a dream.
"That bad, huh? Next time you'll have to get Hassan. Hey, what happened to your arm?"
"My arm?"
"Yeah." Chastity pointed at my arm. There was a Band-Aid on the inside of my elbow with a little dot of blood right in the center. It looked like I had gotten a shot. Or given blood.
What the hell did they do to me while I was asleep?
Stalker Problems - Chapter 7 - Literally Dying
Thursday – April 6, 2023
"Okay, weirdo, let's say they did inject you with something. What are your symptoms?" asked Chastity.
I lay back on my couch and put a pillow over my eyes. I was too young to die. There were still so many smoothie flavors I had to try. "My head hurts. And my teeth. I think I have a cavity."
"Which tooth?"
I pushed my tongue against my front teeth. "My front ones."
"What?” Chastity pulled the pillow away from my face. “How would you even get a cavity in your front teeth?"
"I don't know. Maybe that's a side effect of being injected with embalming fluid."
"They definitely did not do that." Chastity plopped onto the couch next to me as she scrolled through more articles on WebMD. "You'd be dead."
"I wish I was dead. It would be better than suffering through this slow, painful torture. What else would cause head and tooth aches?"
"I don't know. You look it up." She tossed me her phone.
I bobbled it like a hot potato and sent it flying back at her. "I can't."
She just stared at me. "It's pretty simple. You just go to the symptom checker..."
"Oh no, I definitely know how. I'm just not allowed."
"Says who?"
"My mom. Sophomore year I had a mole on my head. I looked it up on WebMD. The next day I had scheduled appointments with a dermatologist, oncologist, gynecologist, and podiatrist."
"Podiatrist?" asked Chastity, sounding more shocked than I’d expected. "Aren't those people that molest children?"
No. That’s a pedophile."I guess if a kid with a foot fetish went to one it could get a little sketchy, but generally, no. Anyway, who knows what would have happened if my mom hadn't stepped in. I think I would have just made them amputate."
"Your head?"
I shrugged. "I was convinced it was the only option."And it still might need to be done.My hand wandered up to the little bump on the back of my head. The dermatologist had assured me it was just a normal mole, but I had a feeling she was lying. It was definitely skin cancer. And it had been haunting me for years.
"Alrighty then," said Chastity. "Maybe it's best if we log out of WebMD for a bit and attack this from a different angle. What possible reason could they have had for injecting you with something?"
