experiment:
a scientific procedure undertaken to make a discovery, test a hypothesis, or demonstrate a known fact
Dr. Irwin pulled me out of the room and shut the door behind him. I assumed he didn't want Michael to be in the middle of this whole mess. I didn't blame him, but I was going to get close to Michael again, maybe he would have to find out what was wrong with me. Which was a lot.
"What do you mean?" Dr. Irwin looked somewhat annoyed that I had interrupted him.
"My birth dad, David Hemmings," I repeated myself. "He was a serial killer who was good with computer microchips. He's the one controlling me to do these things. And he's making me hear Tilly probably because you're helping me."
"That does make a lot of sense," Dr. Irwin nodded. "But then where would we find him?"
"You could track him through the chip in my head," I explained. "But for that to happen, we'd have to wait until after the surgery."
"Okay, Luke," Dr. Irwin fumbled for his phone in his pocket. "I'll call Jocelyn right now."
"What about Michael?"
"You can go in and talk to him," Dr. Irwin disappeared into the kitchen. I opened the door to see Michael staring at his shoes. Upon my arrival, he looked up and smiled.
"Hey, Mikey," I didn't sit down in Dr. Irwin's chair. I sat next to Michael. "Um, it's weird, me being the only one talking. Remember?" I laughed at the memory of middle school. "I was the one who barely talked. You were always the one to hit on the high schoolers. I was your silent wingman."
Michael opened his mouth to speak, but he awkwardly closed his mouth again.
"Sorry about that, by the way," I apologized. "I was the worst wingman in history."
"You weren't that bad," Michael spoke, then covered his mouth.
"Mikey," I smiled. "You just talked to me."
"Yeah, I guess I did," he spoke again, this time smiling widely. "Jesus, my voice sounds like shit."
"Absolute shit," I agreed. "Let's hope you can still sing Bohemian Rhapsody like a boss."
"Would you doubt me Lucas?" Michael smirked. "God, this is weird."
"At this point, everything in my life is weird," I laughed.
"Michael? You're talking?" Dr. Irwin rushed into the room. "Oh, my God! This is incredible!"
"Calm down, it's not like I'm pregnant or something," Michael smirked. I missed Michael. I really, really missed Michael.
Dr. Irwin nodded slowly, then looked back at me. "We've moved the surgery up to tomorrow. Is that okay?"
"Better sooner than later, I guess," I nodded.
The entire afternoon consisted of introducing Michael to Ashton and Violet, then Michael almost peeing his pants when Calum appeared out of nowhere asking where the Nacho cheese was.
That night, I fell asleep quickly.
"Luke, you lied to me," Tilly's voice rang in my head like a phantom of the past, slowly sucking away at what was left of my happiness. "After everything we did together. You lied."
"I didn't want you to know," I whispered quietly, my own voice sounding far away and weak. "I didn't want you to hate me."
"Luke," Tilly's voice was closer. "I wouldn't hate you. You just should've told me."
"Now you're the one who's lying," I felt my body heave with each never ending sob. "Everyone hates me. They're probably going to purposely kill me during the surgery tomorrow."
"I'll be there," Tilly was in front of me now, her hair was as beautifully crazy as ever. Her eyes still glinted even in total darkness. And her smile. She smiled. "Just remember that I never stopped loving you."
"Luke? Honey? Time to get up! Big day today!" Jocelyn Franks was standing over my bed.
I groaned and looked at the time.
"It's seven in the morning..." I growled.
"The surgery is a very long procedure," Jocelyn Franks ripped the covers off.
Shit, I don't have a shirt on.
Jocelyn Franks' eyes widened. She hesitated for a second.
"Uh, get dressed and come downstairs," she simply replied and walked out of the bedroom.
"Seems like somebody has got a crush on Lucas," Calum was sitting on the floor.
"Oh, shut up," I rolled my eyes at him as I pulled a Green Day shirt on. "She's, like, twenty something."
"Your point?" Calum smirked.
"I have to go, Calum," I waked out of the room and down the stairs where I saw a new reporter arguing with Dr. Irwin.
"We just want to ask him a few questions," she was saying. "Like, how is it like to know that the entire world hates you?"
"It feels great," I replied sarcastically, scaring the reporter to the pint where she squealed a little bit. "No, but really, I'm not that bad."
"You've killed innocent people," she argued.
"Ah, but no one is innocent," I smirked. "Anywho, you should be going now."
She made a face, but she left along with her cameramen and her sidekick holding a coffee.
"What was that all about?" I asked Dr. Irwin.
"Nothing," He said dismissively. "Jocelyn is waiting in the car. Are you ready?"
"Absolutely not."
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Psychopathic
Fanfiction"Some of them beg for their life. I don't feel sad. I don't feel anything." Luke Hemmings is infamous for massacring his entire high school, including a few other people who he didn't particularly like. The entire world knows who he is. The entire w...
