Born to Die

Chapter 9: Depression

Camilla's POV (again) ~

Weeks passed and my condition was perfected. Grace was still confused about her hook up with Chandler, and if it really meant anything to him. Even though I didn't need assistance anymore, Joshua and I still talked.

After my affliction with the Psycho, I pretty much stayed in my own bubble. I thought about attempting suicide a few times since there was no true reason for me to live.

There were a few drunken girls who had become pregnant, but Asshole decided that injecting them was efficient.

I remember him stepping on the wooden stage and coughing before speaking into the microphone, "I will not listen to crying babies and whining and complaining. If you're going to have sex and become pregnant while doing so, you will receive injection. No compromising."

I always wondered what would happen if I became pregnant. If he would sympathize. I wanted to find out.

I found Joshua, and 2 weeks later I found myself throwing up in the trashcan beside my bed. I slowly walked to the Psycho's office where he was fiddling a cigarette between his fingers.

I exhaled slowly, "I think I'm pregnant." His eyes narrowed, and he smiled with concern. "Oh that's fine darling. Are you feeling alright?" I squinted my eyes wondering what else he would do for me. If he would let me off the hook while having a baby, what else would he allow me to do?

"I'm fine, but it'd be great if I could get some fresh air." I started to cry a little, for the doubt that he wouldn't let me.

"Sure, I'll take you up." He slowly grabbed my wrist with care. He showed me to the "Secret" exit. My face regained color when I could feel the light breeze touch the side of my face.

He led me up some stairs where the outside world was located. I stepped out onto the rust colored grass and fell to the ground.

I rested my head in between my legs and started sobbing. When he pulled me from the ground and walked me downstairs is when my breaking point took place.