Thirty-Two
That didn't sound sinister or scary at all.
I swallowed hard. 'Oh, well...that's nice.'
He revealed a long dagger, about the length of my forearm.
'And, uh, what're you planning on doing with that?' I asked slowly.
'We need some blood, but don't worry- this won't hurt for long.'
Pulling my other arm up, I looked away as he cut deep into my arm, screaming out as he cut through tendons and nerve endings and whatever else was in my arm. Blood spurted everywhere, and eventually he stopped, scraping against bone.
Breathing hard, I tried to stop myself from calling out again, but it was hard. I can't really describe the pain- it was burning and stinging and everything all mixed in at once.
And people wonder why they're put to sleep for operations.
Dropping the knife soaked in my blood, he raised a mini pair of wire cutters and a scalpel.
'You bastard!' I hissed, still unable to breathe straight.
I cried out again as he stuck the scalpel into my arm, widening the hole and cutting through more nerve endings. I had probably lost the use of my hand by now.
Screaming again, I watched as he shoved the wire cutters into my arm and cracked the bone, bringing a small piece out.
'Stop!' Dexter roared, pulling violently against his ropes. I knew he meant well, but that made my chair move to, and the wire cutters moved about inside my arm.
'Stop.' I sobbed as blood poured. 'Please.'
He was about to continue when Gloria touched his arm, trying to hide the repulsion on her face.
Nodding, the Medicus dropped his bloody equipment and pulled some bandages out of nowhere. He clumsily tied it around the massive wound on my arm.
It wouldn't have done much- if I didn't getter proper, GOOD medical attention soon, my arm'd get infected, let alone I would use the complete use of it.
Turning my bone over in her hands, Gloria smiled to herself. 'This will be...useful.'
'Glad you're happy.' I gasped.
'I wanted to thank you, Trixie.' Gloria smiled wider and pocketed the bone.
'What for?' I asked slowly, suspiciously.
'I've never had a nickname before. Guess this makes us best friends!'
'Keep dreaming, bitch.' I growled.
Her smiled fell into a childish pout. 'You're not very fun right now, are you?'
'It doesn't exactly help my arm's been mutilated!' I yelled angrily.
Gloria shrugged, and followed the doctor dude out. Once I heard the door shut and lock, I slumped against my chair. The only light came from the bare light bulb above, but it was enough.
'Dexter,' I panted. 'Are you OK?'
'I'm fine.' He said, sounding shocked. 'How could you ask if 'I' was OK?'
'Because that's all I care about.' I snapped. 'Don't complain, I'm in enough pain already.'
March 2001
'Are you off your meds?' Dexter cried.
'I don't take medication.'
'Well you should. If dad finds out you're doing this he's gonna flip!'
I looked over at the massive tattoo gun resting on the bench beside me as I sat on the long recliner in the tattoo parlour.
'You're fourteen! How are you allowed to go through with this?' Dexter cried.
I shrugged. 'Same way as I always do. Fake IDs and lying like a pro. You sure you're going to be OK though?'
'I'm fine.' He sounded shocked. 'How could you ask if 'I' was going to be OK?'
'Because that's all I worry about.' I said, stretching back. 'What colour do you think I should get the pentagram? Plain black and white? Or blue and...orange? That'd be cool.'
'Aren't you scared?'
'Of...?' I waved my hand expectantly.
'The needle? Dad? The fact that if something comes after you they can simply cut your hand off and you won't be safe anymore?'
When he put it that way...
'Fine,' I said. 'I'll move the tattoo.'
'And everything else?'
'Well what am I supposed to do?' I asked, though something told me that he meant something else when he said that. 'Write sappy poetry about how much trouble I'm going to be in, IF dad finds out? OK, well hmmm...what rhymes with 'Shut up Dexter'?'
'OK, fine, whatever.' He said. 'Just don't say I didn't warn you. You don't have to be all daring and stuff all the time.'
'Sure I do.' I smiled big. 'Now don't complain. I'm about to be in a lot of pain.'
