There's that old saying about lies- the more you lie the more you get lost in them. Apparently I've fallen down the rabbit hole then. Not just fallen, I'm completely lost, there's no light at the end of the tunnel, no escape route, no easy way out, not anymore...
Louise's hair had been hacked off during science. Megan did it. I saw her lick her pink lips in anticipation before reaching for the scissors. And then it all came off, in black tufts. My jaw dropped; I couldn't believe Megan would do that to her beautiful dark, thick, glistening hair. I would have killed for her hair. Done anything to swish it across my shoulder blades every morning and run my fingers through the soft, silky strands. And there it was. On the cold, hard, lab floor. In all its glory; abandoned.
She looked at me when it happened. Dead in the eyes. As if she knew my secret. As if she knew what I wanted. That haunting stare. Why did she look at me? It was Megan. It was always Megan. I'm just the body of the operation and she's the brains. The body isn't the cause- it's the brains. The body does, the brain thinks, calculates, manipulates...
I can't take her soulless eyes pouring into mine any longer. I smile at her, Louise, she knows what I'm thinking and it needs to stop...
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Finding Megan
Short StoryIrresistible, that's what she was. She had that thing- that thing you can't fake. You know the type? They walk in a room and all eyes are glued to them. Like they're a magnet or something and we're all hopelessly pulled in by the force. Collateral d...
