Melanie Harper's Game

Chapter 3: Playing Doctor

I wake up from my little power nap in a different room with a surgery table in the middle of it. "Hey Sleeping Beauty, did you enjoy your nap", a crackling voice fills the room from a speaker hidden god knows where. "I would love to let you know that Melanie is at school right now, so in the mean time we get to play! This is going to be great! Oh, by the way, call me Doc. You'll find out soon enough why. So you can guess Melanie enjoys physical torture, but I'm a fan of destroying a person's sanity. The task you have to do is safe the person in the table, seems simple enough right? That wouldn't be fun if it was easy so I added a little bomb in his system, and you have to do a little surgery and get it out." His laugh fills the room and a weight drops in my stomach. "I'm guessing it'll kill both of us if I don't get the bomb out", I speak out shakily. "I'll let you take a guess little Abby", a laugh fills the room to where it hurts my ears. "We start in 3...2...1!", I hear a beeping noise coming from the still body on the table. Knowing the consequences of failing I rush over to the table and pull the cloth covering the body off. It reveals a boy with dark brown hair and deathly pale skin with his lips seen shut. I look around the table and find a scalpel on the side of it and cut the threads holding the guys mouth close. I then cut into his shirt so that it reveals a pale chest with a scar around his stomach area. I then notice something, the kids can't be more than 12. A rush of new purpose fills my system and I start to cut where the scar is and something happens that's going to change my life forever, his eyes open. He looks down and sees what's happening and struggles for all he's worth. I can see his mouth opening and closing but no sound is coming out. "Hey listen! You need to stop I'm trying to save us from being killed!" I try to hold the kid down but the movement is too much to keep him stable and I see something missing. With his hair flying around, I can't see his ears. No matter what his ears aren't showing up, and it dawned upon me. This kid is either going to die and I live or we're both going to die. With the struggling and my deep cut he won't calm down enough for me to get the bomb out. Tears spring into my eyes as I take the scalpel and draw across his neck, spitting his throat. The movements die down and quickly still. Tears are pouring down my face as I look at the kid I killed, not even knowing his name. "Look at that, little Abby has joined the circle of killers! Melanie was right, you are fun!" His laugh fills the room again while I wipe the tears away the best I can and continue the incision. Before you call me heartless I was broken completely by the act I committed and felt only sadness when that happened. Tears were still springing at my eyes causing me to blink rapidly to keep a clear view. I finally get it big enough to where I can open up the cut and see the inside revealing intestines and gushing blood. The beeping gets louder when I did that and start to pull things out looking for it. Tears were now coming out faster than before and it became hard to breathe. My hands finally wrap around a hard object and I pull it out, only to bring up a small recorder as a prize. I collapse to the ground with disbelief of what I found. That can't be it! A small recording device in place of a bomb that I believed. I hear a scream and realize it's mine. My throat burning from the screaming erupting from my mouth. It all then crashes upon me. I've been captured by psychopaths and killed a little boy. The door opens and a tall guy wearing scrubs walks in clapping his hands. "Bravo! Bravo! What an amazing performance! Melanie was right once again on how it's so much fun to see you freak out", the inhuman laugh of his fill the room and my body moves without my control and I slash at him with the scalpel catching him by surprise. A dark red flower blooms across his chest and his eyes fill with anger. I only cut him, that's it. Nothing deep but only a cut is all I managed to get. He grabs my hand and takes the scalpel out of my hand and grabs my arm, starting to carve. I scream again and start beating him with my arm, but I could be a fly for all that matters. He finally steps away, dropping the scalpel while he turns around heading towards the door. I look at my arm seeing the word worthless carved into it. I hold my arm close to me while I cry and a door shuts leaving me alone. Lights turn off stranding me in the dark, but I didn't care. I wanted to just die to end this. I can't live with myself knowing I killed a little boy and with it turning out to be all for not. I fall asleep in that dark room waiting for what might happen next.

Hey guys, I want to say PLEASE comment with ideas for this. I want to know what you guys want since I have very little of an idea going on for it. Yes I admit that I don't have much of the plot made, shame me for it. But that's why I want your help with this. See you in the next chapter!