Cold.
The doctor pulls back the porcelain skin to reveal the layer of muscle underneath.
Hints of blue on the lips and nuckles.
He continues to dissect the body, mutilating it.
Dead. She's dead. I just can't believe it.
"Right here is the quadricep." The doctor maintains focus on the cuts like he might lose something so precious if he doesn't.
Ugh. She's going to jump scare me, isn't she? I'm waiting...
He sighs.
Isn't it kind of taboo to cut open a peaceful dead body? No. She isn't dead.
"Are you even paying attention, Orland?" The doctor glares at the teen over his mask.
Orland snaps out of deep thought, shaking out of it in response. "Yessir. You said adductor longus."
The eyebrows on the man's face began to furrow into a W. "That is not what I said." He shifted his position. "You aren't listening to me. Do I need to push you back to the basics? Have I made the mistake of letting you do this?"
"No sir." Orland looked down at the frozen thigh, submissive to the doctor's aggressive tone.
He let out a deep breath and continued to cut down the length of the thigh as Orland gazed, trying not to go back into deep thought. "Now take notes." He growled.
Orland scrambled for his notebook.
YOU ARE READING
Diaries Of A Self-Loathing Monster
Short StoryA teen named Orland. One day, they won't be the same. He won't feel the way he does in the beginning. Everything is bound to change.
