Out of the Ordinary│lachlan power

Chapter 17 ~ Talented

A/N BTW there is flashbacks in here :3 sorry if they might get annoying to you guys. this chapter is more about Desiree, so I hope that it isn't boring to you guys. Thank you guys for 2.6k! Anyways... enjoy! ~Dawn

Desiree's POV

*Flashback*

"And... one more," Angela said and stitched the cut tightly. She tied the stitch firmly and cut off the thread from the needle with a pair of scissors.

"I-is it done?" I asked with strain, my eyes shut tightly.

"Yeah, I stitched the cut together. Now I just have to put some sort of bandage over it," she said and looked around in the cupboards. I could finally let out the breath that I had been holding for forever.

"Aha! A patch! Great," she exclaimed and held it up.

"Wow," I muttered as she peeled off the paper part of the patch. "They actually bought something that prevents us from getting hurt." Angela laughed.

"Stay still so I can put it on correctly." I stayed still, letting her gently pat the patch on my cut.

"You're all good, Desiree," she said happily.

"Thank you, Ange," I sighed.

"You are welcome," she said with a smile.

"Can you help me get up and walk to our bedrooms?" I was way too weak to walk on my own, so I needed Angela for support. She held out her arm and I slung my arm around her shoulder. I limped to my room, collapsing on the dust-filled mattress.

"Ugh... when do you think this'll heal?" Angela sat next to me, making dust fly into the air.

"I remember Mom saying that it if it punctured the skin about one or two inches, then about four to five months," she said with an apologetic voice.

"It's okay, I've been through worse."

"Well, at least he didn't cut you so deep that it would puncture a kidney, then you wouldn't be here," she said with hope and a small smile. I smiled.

"Thank you for being so optimistic, Ange. I really only see this world stuck in pitch black darkness."

"Desiree, our world may not be the most fortunate, but we have to be positive. Being sorry for ourselves won't do anything but bring us down. So look on the brighter side," she said with care laced in her voice.

"I would if I could," I reply with no emotion. "But if my world is only darkness, how am I supposed to look on the brighter side when there isn't any light to look for?" She pulled me into a hug and leaned to my ear.

"Then you make room for light."

*Flashback Over*

It was twelve in the morning and I was still in my bed. I got up and was startled by the sound of someone yelling.

"NO! NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I heard him scream.

"RUN, MITCH, RUN!" It was probably Jerome. I snuck around the corner, tracking down where the voices were coming from. I looked through Jerome's door and let out a sigh of relief. They were screaming about playing the Hunger Games.

"No! God dang it, Jerome! He killed me!" Mitch groaned from the other room and I heard him slam his fists down on his poor keyboard.

"Aw, I'm sorry, Biggums, I'll win for Merome. For I have Betty, and the prophecy has spoken of the sacred axe to win!" he yelled with triumph. I chuckled softly at their stupidness and walked back into the kitchen.