Unloved [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Twenty-Three

Sarah Kirkland

My stomach churned at the sound of the clamps restraining my legs. I flinched as the doctor entered me with the cold steel.

"Too tense.", he said, going no further. "S-sorry.", I apologized.

"Just relax yourself.", he told me with a grin.

"Easier said than done.", I mumbled.

I tried to think of a happy place. Maybe I could create my own little fantasy world. As the doctor got deeper into the procedure, I gradually became sleepy. But, I couldn't fall asleep like this. Every touch of the steel made me jerk.

He would only say "Be still."

I just wanted it to be over with. I was tired of lying in that hospital bed. I closed my eyes and tried not to focus on the pain.

Rick Kirkland

"Wait, so you want to give this shit to Tate?", I asked, confused. "Yea, he loves trying new stuff.", she said, smiling.

Why? Why would she want to give her boyfriend this? Well, it didn't matter. I just wanted it out of the house.

"Fine. When Sarah and Dad get released we'll make a move.", I said in a serious tone.

Although I was happy, another emotion was upon me. Something didn't feel quite right.

Chris Ryder

After biking for so many hours, I grew tired. My body was weak and I didn't have the strength to go any further. My body ached from the chains and restraint that I'd experienced.

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Reme--"

As I sang, I heard a rustle in the bushes. I wasn't scared. I calmly walked over to the area the sound came from and kneeled beside it.

I took my right hand and slowly moved the bush's leaves and only to see a small rabbit.

Yelp! Yelp!

Buddy yelped as he saw me coming with the rabbit in arm.

"The little guy seems to be hurt.", I said to myself.

I placed the rabbit in my lap and stroked its silky white fur.

"I'm pretty sick, huh, old lady?", I said to myself as I recalled the day's events.
Sarah really did think that I was this shy, "emo" kid. Labels. Labels. Fucking labels. She doesn't know what I really am, huh? I am one sick, twisted bastard.

I smiled to myself and eventually dozed off to sleep.

I'm Sorry. The next one will be better--hopefully. Sorry for errors! Thanks for the 20K! Oml!-- Miracle

Short, I know.