-11 Not Alone
It was a clear night as Margaret walked out of post op. She slowly walked out with her hands in her pockets. Tonight she really wasn't that tired so there was no hurry to get back to her tent. The whole place was silent. She gazed up on the sky at the full moon that was presently out. It seemed as if there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It reminded her of when she was younger. She used to go outside and just look up at the sky. Now, those care free days are over. Margaret got to her tent and opened the door to the dark room. As she entered there was a cold chill down her back. Ignoring it, she turned on the light and continued to her dresser. There was a weird feeling of paranoia, like there was some one else there. Quickly, Margaret over looked the feeling and changed her clothes.
"See? There wasn't any one there was there?" she quietly asked her self.
Margaret sighed. Even though it was warm outside, her tent was cold. The light suddenly went out. Now her tent was completely dark. All she could see was a dim outline of her cot, which was good enough for her.
"Probably a defective bulb," she said to her self.
She shook her head and started towards her bed. Something stopped her. There was another chill down her back. It felt as if a cold hand had just rubbed down her back.
"What the?" she started.
"Frank?" she asked.
Margaret turned around, but really couldn't see anything. She started again, towards her bed but felt something grab around her wrist and actually stop her.
"Who is that?" she asked as she tugged on it.
"Stop it! Let Go!" she yelled.
Margaret pulled again and fell to the floor.
"LET GO! LET GO! HELP!" she started screaming.
She could feel the grip start to get tighter and tighter. Her throat also started to feel funny, as if it were about to close up. Hawkeye and BJ came running in. There was a crowd that stood outside the door. BJ flipped on the light. They both went over to Margaret who was now tear streaked and on the ground. They both knelt down by her side.
"Margaret, what happened?" Hawkeye asked.
Margaret looked up and shook her head. She found it hard to speak but managed to talk softly. Her voice was now hoarse.
"I was not alone," she said.
BJ and Hawkeye exchanged looks. BJ then got up and started checking around her tent. Hawkeye helped her sit up.
"Now what happened?" he asked.
Margaret was still out of breath. She was scared. Surely there was some one out there who wanted to hurt her. She just wanted to know who. Not knowing was one of the worst, most defenseless feelings that a person could ever have.
"I felt some thing down my back and then some one grabbed my wrist and pulled me down," she said.
"Alright, calm down," he said as she rested her head against his shoulder.
Hawkeye just looked up at BJ. The whole situation seemed weird to him. BJ just looked back over.
"There's nothing here," BJ said.
"Are you sure?" Margaret asked.
"Yeah," BJ said.
"Then what the hell is this?" she asked as she held up her arm.
On her wrist was a red hand print that looked almost like a burn. Hawkeye looked over and gently grabbed her wrist and examined it. BJ and Hawkeye exchanged looks of confusion. Neither of them were as confused as Margaret. There was some one there. Key word being WAS.