*Kylie’s POV*
I narrowly avoid a car and a ditch as I drive the monstrous SUV toward the hospital, knowing I REALLY hadn’t thought this through. I could barely see over the dashboard, and whoever actually looked in the driver’s side window did a double take. Why did I have to look SO 10?!
I just roll my eyes at myself and try my best to convince myself that I know what I’m doing, that driving isn’t really THAT hard. I wince as I run over a trash can, but I keep going, even though Im terrified that I’m going to crash. I need to do this for Taylor. SHe was there when I needed her, so I’m going to be there for her when she needs me. Whether she likes it or not.
After that I somehow manage to get to the familiar yet daunting sight of the research hospital which had been my torture grounds for the past two years. I took a deep breath, trying to swallow the dread and the fear that started to creep up on me.
I pictured the look on Taylor’s face when she first promised she would get me out of there, and the look she gave me as she kissed me on the forehead and said goodbye before she turned around to sacrifice herself for me. I suddenly felt my fear and dread start to disappear, replaced by a determination to protect and save Taylor.
Trying to hold onto this determination, knowing full well it would abandon me later when the pain would come, but I also knew that saving Taylor would be worth it. So I grab ahold of the determination and use it almost as a sheild as I march into the hospital, down the empty corridors and toward where I know the hallway is.
I reach the doors just as one of the doctors in the scary hazmat suits is shutting the door behind them, I grab it tentatively, and I see flashes of the future, well what the future is as of now, and I saw pain, a lot of pain, and then a blackness. But I also saw glimpses of how this impacted Taylor’s future. The flashes I saw her sad at first, but I saw that she would live a long life. I tried to ignore the haunted look that seemed to be ever present in her eyes though.
Those flashes gave me the courage I needed to walk through the doors. I walked to the lab room, my legs shaking, and saw Dr.Marcus looming over Taylor, whose skin is even more pale than usual,pressing a scalpel to her neck.
Her eyes are shut tightly, but her face is set with resignation and determination. That’s when t hit me that she was willing to die for me. I was frozen for a second, shocked. Why would she do that? For ME?!
I was shaken out of my reverie when Taylor let out a slight cry of pain when Dr.Marcus pressed the scalpel further into her neck, I forced my shaking legs to march forward, and shouted desperately “Wait! Stop!! Don’t hurt her!!”
Dr.Marcus froze, a sinister smile forming on his face as he stalked toward me. I could feel Taylor’s eyes on me as Dr.Marcus grabbed my wrist tightly.
“What?! Kylie no!!” Taylor screamed, her voice cracking with horror and sadness in her eyes, and I can’t help but feel bad, even though I know I’m doing the right thing.
Before she can tell me to run one of Dr.Marcus’s minions in the hazmat suits wheels in bed with handcuffs already fastened to the rails, and I was unceremoniously pushed onto it, the cuffs were fastened too tightly to my wrists, making them scream in pain.
Dr.Marcus smirked in satisfaction and left the room. I could hear him talking to some people about getting all of the machines and surgical instruments ready. I gulped, fearful, but I grabbed Taylor’s hand through our handcuffs to see that she was fighting back tears.
She was just screaming, probably in shock, her eyes glued to my face, filled with horror and dread, realizing I had done just what she had done for me. I had given up my life for her.
I couldn’t take her pain, so I squeezed her hand and she stopped for a second, her eyes finally registering my presence for real.
“I’m so sorry Taylor, but I couldn’t let you die! Especially not for a freak like me! There’s so many people who care about you, and would care if you died, but there’s no one like that for me. It’s better this way. It’s better if I die and not you.” I tell her truthfully tears streaming down my face.
Taylor just looked back at me, her expression still shaking, and her body still shaking as well, and that’s when I noticed that her gunshot wound was bleeding again, and her eyes started to droop as she let out a squeak of pain.
I looked at her, feeling the dread and guilt creep up. She was in pain, shot and bleeding all because of me. Everyone was right I do just mess everything up. That’s why nobody has ever cared for and protected me.
I’m broken out of my reverie when Taylor mutters “I’d care.” to me before her eyes rolled back into her head. I gasped, not knowing what to think or do. After so many years of everyone hating me, avoiding me, I finally found someone who cared.
With that thought I felt a syringe stick into my wrist, and my eyes started to droop, but I locked my eyes on Taylor, who had waken up a few minutes ago, and I knew this could be one of the last times that I’d see her.
“I love you. Thank you for caring about me.” I said to her. she squeezed my hand weakly through the handcuffs, and I saw tears streaming down her face.
The last thing I saw was Taylor’s eyes shining with tears as she looked at me, and she said “i love you too.”
My world started to fade as I saw the flash of a scalpel, and Dr. Marcus chuckle. “Finally I can be rid of this experiment.
I feel the black advancing, and the scalpel cut into my temple, and I know I’m going to die, that this is finally it. The escape from the torture that I had been hoping for.
“KYLIE NO!!” I hear Taylor scream brokenheartedly, and it’s then I wish this had happened before I had met Taylor.But if you have to die, isn’t dying for someone you love, someone who loves you enough to do the same worth it?
With that thought the darkness envelopes me just as I hear a loud bang, and shouts. But before I can try to figure out what happens everything goes black and my world ceases to exist.
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