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Storytellers "Scares" - Chamblee Smith
Storytellers "Scares" - Chamblee Smith
I love horror. I’m the person who reads scary stories to fall
asleep, who can debate the existence of ghosts with you for hours,
who knows the best way to stab someone with little screaming and
with minimal blood loss. I promise I’m not a psychopath.
I was eating a cherry popsicle when the bomb went off” – and
wristbands with an expiration date. My injuries wouldn’t kill me,
but one of my friends was given 30 minutes to live and her twin
was given an hour. My sister, who was three, was supposed to
already be dead and my mother was given the role of hysterical
grieving mother. My sister was traumatized. My mom was fake crying
and screaming that her daughter was dead, and my sister was real
crying and screaming that she wasn’t dead. Ethically questionable
on the part of this operation, but the suicide bomber was a 10-
year-old white girl strapped in a fake bomb vest, so I don’t think
ethics – or realism – were high priority. I had a skull fracture
which would cause confusion and an inability to take direction. I
was told I should wander off if they anyone left me alone.
We start, and 15 minutes pass before I’m found. The nurses lead me
to triage and tell me to sit and wait – and then they leave me.
Because I listen to instructions, I get up and wander off. But
they catch me, and tell me it’s important I stay seated. They
leave again, so I get up again. And now they’re frustrated I’m not
listening. And I become full on confused – I don’t know which set
of instructions I’m supposed to be following at this point. So I
ask the nurse, “one of my symptoms is inability to follow
instruction. They told me to wander off even if you tell me to
stay. But now I don’t know if you’re telling me to stay because
you’re pretending to be a nurse who would say that, or because you
actually need me to stay.” And she just looks at and repeats that
I need to stay. Which is wildly unhelpful. I think I ended up just
staying because I was so confused. And these nurses were awful.
Everyone with a ticking clock died, they didn’t find the bomber
for three hours, and when they did, the door was locked and they
gave up. I felt deeply unsettled – but I guess it didn’t matter,
because at the end of the day, everyone died at the hands of a 10-
year-old white girl in a suicide bomb vest.