The Suicide Girl [Completed]

Chapter 19: Prisoner

Three weeks of nothingness had happened. I couldn't believe that Cheryl, of all people, murdered a girl. And more importantly, she murdered Julia Fernandez, the high tier and the daughter of a political figure. The weapon was the Blood Assassin, and it was being held in a high security room. Now and then, I visited Cheryl, but she was the same as the last time I saw her. She was still an evil soul. You could say that I missed her other half, the one that didn't seem to be so.. murderous.

I was just going to visit her, walking down through the empty streets. Everyone was afraid they would be next, which was utterly ridiculous, so they were hiding in their houses, barely ever going outside. I soon found myself walking into the hollow stone facility, a couple of mean stares from low tier prisoners turning my way.

At the end of the hall, Cheryl's cell stood gravely in the shadows. She didn't seem to notice me since she didn't call my name out like usual. I could barely hear her say anything. As I approached closer to the cell, I heard her breathing. No, not normal breathing; it sounded like she was crying. I crouched down and grabbed a bar, leaning forward to see in the dark. Cheryl was huddled in a corner, her eyes glowing an eerie purple. Tears were streamed down her face, which was dotted with music notes that blinked like broken headlights.

"Cheryl..?" I whispered quietly.

She shook all of a sudden, startled by my voice. Her head tilted upward, and she looked into my eyes. For a second, she looked relieved, happy almost. But that flicker of light disappeared from her eyes as they glowed purple, brighter this time.

"G-Go away.." Cheryl murmured. Her curled-up figure trembled. She gulped and swallowed down her pride. "I don't want you to see me like this. Like a monster.."

I noticed that she sunk even closer to the wall, trying to get far away from me. We weren't going to get anywhere if this continued. "Cheryl, please. Tell me what happened. I can help—"

"NOTHING WILL FIX ME!"

Silence erupted at the interruption. Even the policemen stared at us from the other end of the hall. My hand clenched the bar I had in my grasp. The way she said "fix"; it was like she thought of herself as an item.

"I'm not going to fix you," I said firmly. My voice stooped low, and she looked over again. Her eyes dimmed as I stared back softly. "I'm going to get you back to the Cheryl I know. You get that?"

She nodded slowly.

"Now," I continued, "tell me what's wrong."

Cheryl sat up straight. She came towards me and held onto the bars, inhaling deeply. "They did something to me. Leo said they would open the world to my alter ego." Her eyes glowed wildly, and she paused for a few seconds. The music notes scattered around her face began to blink again. "I have no control over my music attribute..." she said, her voice cracking. "And now, whenever I lose control, she just.. comes out of me."

I grabbed her hand and held it tightly, trying to breathe properly. Leo messed with her like a guinea pig, and now she thinks she's a monster. I blew out a harsh breath. I picked up her hand, and she blinked. Tears from her eyes escaped and trailed down her cheek. "I promise on my life," I whispered, "to get you out of this. We'll finish high school, go to college, graduate, and find ourselves pigging out at a buffet."

She didn't laugh at the little joke. I kissed the knuckles of her hand lightly, and her face remained startled. My eyes darkened down at the floor, and I felt them shimmer for a moment. I'll kill him.. I stood up, as did she, and said my good byes.

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Over the course of the next few days, I continued to follow a pattern by examining changes in Cheryl's functions. She saw this as "extensive" research, but I assured her that this was the only way I would be able to figure out what they did to her. So far, I discovered that her alter ego only came out when she was threatened or scared.

Currently, Cheryl was out in the yard, ignoring the men who terrified her. I had special permission by the policemen to watch over them. This was a perfect test to see her hostility levels. School was over for the day, and yes, I had homework. I decided to save it for later because I had promised Cheryl to solve her problems as soon as possible. She was more important to me than a stupid high school assignment.

"Yo little girl!" one of the men yelled towards Cheryl.

Her eyes widened, and she trembled in the orange jumpsuit. My eyes narrowed down at the man. He was bulky and had tattoos on his arm and piercings— the perfect cliché bad guy. Cheryl seemed hesitant, like she had dealt with him before.

"Don't come any closer..!" she warned, her voice shaking.

"After what you did go my brother yesterday, I dunno if that is even an option," he barked angrily.

He pounded his fist into the palm of his hand. Cheryl shivered and huddled even closer towards the wall the bench was up against. I was about to stand up to break up the fight, but the man immediately charged at her. She closed her eyes tightly. My eyes widened when a purple force field expanded from her body, pushing the man back to the ground. As soon as it wore off, I noticed the change in the tension.

The alter ego.

Cheryl stood up and grimaced. "Orange is definitely not my color." She picked at the clothes as the man struggled to get up. "How tacky are these? Now, what was I doing?"

She smiled and looked towards the man. Her hair slid from behind her ear and covered a glowing eye. It had a glint of murder brightening in it. The man stood up, and his friend went up to him, telling him to stop before he got hurt. The man argued back, and Cheryl yawned at their conversation.

"Cheryl," I said aloud in a warning tone. She looked up at me as I walked towards them. Her smile widened happily. "That's enough."

"We didn't even get started yet. It's not fun that way," she replied, her hands clasped together.

I looked over at the man and his friend, giving them a knowing glare. They ran away, screaming slightly at the threatening tension. They almost tripped over each other! I looked back at Cheryl and put my hand on her shoulder. She jumped at my touch, almost startled. Weird. She seems affected by me. I kept a mental note in my head to tell my Cheryl about this.

"Calm down.."

Her eyes flickered from purple to their normal wolf-like grey. The music notes on her face faded slowly, and she took in a deep breath. For a minute, it was silent, and she had her eyes closed. Then she crumpled to her knees, and I knelt beside her. Her hands held onto my shoulders for support. She was breathing deeply now, and I helped her sit up straight.

I felt scared for a second. She wasn't usually like this. I was so used to her being confident and stubborn, so this almost took me off guard. She clutched her head in her hands and groaned. Her breathing slowed down a little, and she remained silent.

I tried to wake her up, but she had passed out.