Hi there, Jigsawmonster here with another chapter. Hope you like it.

Chapter 2

Alex opened his eyes and shut them again as bright light flooded them.

"Hello Alex," said a voice somewhere nearby. Alex opened his eyes again, ignoring the blinding light that came rushing in. He blinked a few times to get use to the light. A man in a doctor's outfit was standing above him, leaning over to check Alex was alright. Alex looked around, still recovering from the sudden wakening. He in a hospital ( at least he presumed he was in a hospital from the doctor standing above him).

It looked relatively new, with gleaming white walls along every corridor and newly-made beds in a line next to Alex's bed. Doctors and Nurses bustled up and down the corridors to wherever they were needed. They sometimes stopped to talk to each other or patients. Alex tried to lift up his head to get a better view of the busy building, but was hit by a massive surge of pain in the right side of his head that forced his head back down.

"Shit!" he breathed, still reeling from the pain. The doctor reacted quickly, catching Alex before his head hit the pillow and slowly lowered it down.

"Don't move too suddenly," the doctor warned, "You've only just recovered from your injury."

"What happened?" Alex croaked, his throat suddenly feeling very dry.

"You fell off of your chair at home and banged your head on the floor. You may feel a bit dizzy for a while afterwards. I'm Martin by the way. I treated you after your mum got you here."

"Where is my mum?"

"She left a few hours with your sister, after we finally managed to persuade her that you were alright." Alex chuckled. That was so like his mum, always protective of him and his sister. Martin noticed Alex's chuckle and joined in.

"She's always like that, is she?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's not that bad once you get used to it though," Alex replied. He suddenly realized something.

"What time is it?"

"7 o'clock."

"Ok. I'd like to rest now, please."

"That's fine." The doctor walked out of the room. Alex dumped his head onto the pillow, clearing his mind of all thoughts. He wanted nothing to interrupt him. Certainly not those terrible eyes, their soulless gaze a portal to a mind filled with the foulest nightmares, the… damn, he wanted to forget those bloody things, not fill his mind with worse thoughts.

Sighing out loud, Alex cleared with mind again and focused on a sign stuck to the wall. It had a picture of a man sneezing and writing about how to avoid passing on your cold. You know, if you looked closely, you could just make out two white rectangles, rather like… no, he wouldn't fall for that again. But it was no use. Everywhere he looked, another set of eyes popped out at him.

The door opened. A doctor Alex had not seen previously came in. She had brown hair tied back in a ponytail and pale, blue eyes that seemed to flash of their own accord, sometimes almost eradicating the blue in her pupils. She came in with a small bowl of ready-made pasta and a drink of water on a tray.

"Hello," she said with a soft voice, "We thought you might be hungry, so I got this for you." "I'm Lucy." she added. Lucy handed the tray to Alex, who proceeded to shovel the food down his mouth as fast as possible.

"Someone's hungry," Lucy remarked with a giggle. Alex looked up, embarrassed.

"Sorry." he mumbled. "Thanks."

"It's ok. You need to eat after your injury."

Suddenly they heard footsteps. Lucy got up abruptly.

"I need to leave. I have other patients to attend to." She rushed out of the room. A moment later, Martin came back in.

"We just need to x-ray your head to make sure nothing is damaged." Alex just nodded. He put the pasta on the bedside table and followed Martin out of the room.

"Who got you that pasta?" Martin asked.

"Lucy," Alex replied, "She said you told her to."

"I don't know any Lucy in this hospital." Martin's face clouded over for a second, as if trying to remember something, "It… doesn't matter. I-I'll look into it, after." Looking slightly confused, he led Alex to the radiologist, who took the X-ray. He examined it and told Alex there was nothing wrong.

"There is a bit of a scar there, but everything else is in order." He said, "You have quite the skull," he added, with a kindly smile.

"Thanks," said Alex, relieved. He saw a flicker of movement in his eyes and turned to look at it. He was in time to spot a brown ponytail flick through the door.

"Huh." He followed after the strange apparition. It led him through the many corridors, each time only spotting a few strands of hair as he turned the corner. Eventually he caught up with the hair. As he had thought, it belonged to none other than Lucy. She was standing with her back turned to him, facing an open door into a ward. Taking care to keep a sensible distance behind her, Alex sneaked after her as she entered the ward.

When he got there, he was met with a horrifying sight. Lucy was leaning over one of the patients, an old man, ripping his chest open with unnaturally long fingernail, no, claws. She bent down and teared off a piece of flesh with her teeth. As Alex approached cautiously, he could see her mouth was stained with blood, the very same blood that spurted out the old man's insides. Suddenly, she turned around and stared at Alex. His stomach churned with the sight that he was met with.

Her teeth were sharpened to razor points and specked with dark-red blood. Her skin was drawn taut with sunken eye sockets, almost reaching the back of her head. But worst of all, her eyes were completely blank. They were infinite in depth, but at the same time completely flat. Like pixels on a screen. Veins crept in at the sides of the eyes. She remained completely silent as they stared off. Alex was the first to break the silence

"What are you!" he cried.

"Alex?" a voice shouted. Alex spun around to see Martin searching for him. "There you are. Are you alright, you look like you've seen a ghost."

Turning around once again, Alex saw… nothing. Lucy was gone; the old man was fully intact again, although strangely still. It was as if nothing had happened.

"What's wrong?"

Alex decided to stay quite, not wanting to appear as a madman.

"Hang on." The doctor walked over to the old man and felt his hand. "Mr Peters, wake up. Hello, please wake up." The old man didn't respond.

"What's wrong," Alex asked, already knowing the answer.

"He's dead. Such a shame; he was suffering from lung cancer, but I never though it would progress this quickly." Alex just stood there, unsure what to say.

"I-I'm sorry."

Other doctors visited the dead man before he was taken to the mortuary. In the midst of this, Alex's mum came to pick him up. She took him away silently after she saw Mr Peters. They were silent all the way home. When they got there Alex trudged straight up to his room.

"Are you ok?" Alex looked up from his book to see his mum leaning in the doorway. "It can be hard the first time you see a dead body."

"I'm fine mum. Night."

"Night. Remember you've got school in the morning. Don't stay up too late."

"Yes mum." Alex replied, rolling his eyes. He turned off his lamp and was soon asleep.

Wow. I don't no about you but I'm going to be hidden under my covers for a few weeks. See you soon.

JM.