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Oh dear. here we go again new story line XD
wonder if this will be any good this time oh well *shrug*
gonna post the ful chapter one soon and 2,3

Morbid predictions


Chapter 1 Pick a' mix


Left,right,left,right. My camara swayed from side to side on the bright white neck strap. Hitting my gently on the chest with every step I took.
Left,right,left,right. My white trainers made soft sqeaking sounds in the otherwise hushed corridor. It seemed like the the whole building was silent, Holding its breath, not wanted to break eirly forbiding aura whithin the hospital. Ignoring the disapproved glares from a few elders I carried on. My head held high. The unpleasant smell of bleach made my nose tingle slightly but still I silently thanked the old cleaning lady, muriel, because I knew the well known oder of bleach only masked the stale smell of death. Also well known. Taking a left I ignored the elevater and headed to the stairs. Climbing up I took them two at a time. Not really paying attention but still watching each person I passed intently. The old seemed to shuffle by down or up the cold marble stairs. Either dressed in long white hospital gowns or, even fewer, dressed in ordinary everyday clothes. They all seemed the same. Except their expressions. Either pained, death expeting faces or a brave smile plastered on it doesn't matter. We're all the same in the face of death. Fact. It's the other, younger, patients that intrested me the most. With their either frail bodies or rose faces they all seemed so distant. I could imagen their thoughts of next week flittering around in their heads. I suppose I should be sad for them, Ill and cooped up, and I am. On the outside but inside I'm laughing. Laughing at how vain they are. Too young for death. Some are. Some are just the right age. To die that is. I know its cruel but everyone dies. Fact two. Morbid humor that is.
I was so caught up in watching everyone I almost passed straight past my destination. Smiling at my absent mindedness I rapped my knuckles on the smoky plastic like glass in the oak door.
"come in, come in lass."
Smiling at the familar wheeze of my dear old freind Lou I whent in and closed the door behind me with a small click
"bit late lass" He said with a slight cough. Walking over I shook my head and pulled off my camara. Throwing it hap hazardly on a chair
"sorry Lou. Slept late." I said making myself at home on anouther cream coloured chair near the bed
"away with the angels?" Both Lou and I laughed at this. He was one of the very few people who belived everything I said. Everything.
"sure as hell wasnt the angels Lou" I said while pouring him a drink of water into a small plastic cup on his side table. Handing it to him he coughed but thanked me. When he had fineshed coughing he started talking again
"so, How are you lass?"
I shrugged he sighed. It was always the same. Any second now he would ask about-
"and Nicholas?"
I shrugged again