Peterson's School of Gifted Psycopaths

Chapter 3

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Beep; Beep; Beep; The machines in the hospital are the only things that keep Maia alive. One minute without them and she is dead.

Iris glances around the cold, depression inducing, hospital room. Walls the color of soft, beach sand and the floors are a blue linoleum with black, white, and gray speckles. Iris taps her foot on the ground as she waits for her parents to arrive. Cardes were left by Maia's bedside, some colorful with flowers on the front while others were just store bought. A variety a messages were on them such as "Get well!" or "We Miss You!". They were useless, just pointless. Iris knew full well that they will do nothing. They were more harmful than good. None of kids have ever talked to Maia nevertheless care about her the way they claim to. She wishes they would just give it a rest. They're not fooling anybody. They'll all forget about her, they all will.

The television in the room was playing the news which held relevant information.

"A manhunt is currently in progress for a young Spanish boy by the name of Martino Santos. He is 5'10", black haired, and dangerous. Wanted for attempted murder. Do not approach if seen. If you see or know the whereabouts call 911 immediately." Spouted the reporter with a mustache.

It was all just white noise to Iris. Erin and herself were already interviewed that day, but it didn't do much for Maia. Erin was too blunt and Iris could bare talk. The police decided to interview her today instead of the scene.

A knock came from the door and a policeman, who looked about 25ish, walked in. He was wearing the usual blue cop uniform. His blond hair peeked out from under his hat.

"Hey there Iris, I am officer Joseph," A sad smile went across his face, " Are you ready to answer some of our questions?"

"As ready as I am going to ever be," Iris was never going to be ready but better now than later.

"Where was Maia supposed to be at the time of her attack?"

"Heading to writers club with me."

"Did Martino-" Iris flinched when Joseph said his name, "-have the weapon in his hand when you found him?"

It took Iris a few moments to recollect herself but answered clearly, "Yes, he had the knife in his hand. Once we got closer he dropped it"

The officer had a few more questions but Iris didn't care anymore, all she wanted was for Maia to wake up. Joseph understood this and told her he would come back tomorrow.

About an hour later, two adults walk into the room. A young man and woman. The female had curly, bob-cut, dark brown hair. This man was short, only about 5'9'', and had short, yellow maple hair. They glanced at poor, sadness filled Iris

Bouncing up from her chair, Iris races to her parents arms, balling her eyes out.

"I want her to wake up so badly." Iris sobs into her father's fleece.

"I know. I" He responds.

Her mother peers her eyes over to Iris. There are filled with empathy and sorrow. Not a sorrow for herself. No, just for Iris. Maia and her parents never had a great relationship. All they did was fight about her future and grades. Iris was the smart one and the goodie two shoes and Maia wasn't and that's that. Eventually they stopped loving her. The only reason Maia is even at Peterson's is because she got a scholarship.

The family walks over to the hospital bed that contained Maia. Her hair spread over the pillow like little strands of maple sap running down the sides. A mask over her muzzle and a tube in her mouth. The life draining from her soul. Hope of her awakening is lessened every moment the monitor beeps. For a normal family this was a tear inducing moment, but Iris had already cried out all of her tears and her parents didn't shed a single one.