A machine that makes you immortal, cures any illness, who wouldn't want it? But if everyone wants it, there wont be enough, as Amy and Shannon find out. The machines are soon made illegal, and one of the girls own it. Will they turn the other in for...
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I was found guilty. I'd lost everything. I don't know how Heather would have survived, as I thought about what might happen if she couldn't pick the basement lock, or if she made a noise and was found I felt sick. It was all this cowards fault.
I grabbed her neck and lifted her up, enjoying the sight of her struggling to breathe.
"How does karma feel, Amy?" I asked her, with a smirk on my face. Amy didn't say anything. She wasn't resisting. She knew she was guilty. My grip on her neck tightened and she flinched. It was then I noticed the choker on her neck digging into her, causing a cut on her neck to reopen.
I dropped her. She was going to answer my questions, and I wasn't getting charged with murder yet. She coughed, and looked up at me.
"Why are you so mad at me?" She asked. I starred at her. What?
"You let slip I had the machine, so I would be chased and I wouldn't be able to save my mum."
She starred at me, horrified. Her green eyes were welling up and wide.
"I would never do that Heather, I loved your mother," she whispered. I had forgotton. When Amy's parents disapeared my mother became their mother too. She viewed Alfie as a son, Amy as a daughter, and heavily protested when I said I was going to save her instead of Alfie. She begged me not too. I froze up and looked down at the girl I had blamed for years.
Her skin was pale. Her green eyes were dull, though filled with tears, her hair was a mess, her black hoodie fallen from her shoulder to her elbow, her black jeans ripped at the ankle and left knee, with a bloody scar there. She had a cut across her right cheek, accompained by a bruise. What had happened to her? Even her shabby black trainers were worn and broken.
I reached out my hand to help her up and she flinched away, before hesitantly accepting it. I almost didn't want to know, but I just had to know.
