Miscreation

Chapter 3

I looked at Dess' tear streaked face, and listened to her breathing as she slept. Doing that to her was harder than I had ever imagined. But the doctors at the asylum had put a disease in her mind. And she wouldn't trust me to remove it. So I had to put her out.

I walked over to the computer. I typed in some commands, and switched on the machine. It hummed to life, and I pressed the button. The humming grew slightly louder, and Dess' body jerked ever so slightly. Then she was still once more. It was done. All I had to do now is wait. It wouldn't come into affect until she awoke. I sat down and sighed. Being 15 had so far sucked, as my birthday had only been a few days earlier. I thought about what I had done in those three days.

I had gotten a car. I had driven that car to the asylum. I had shown my fake ID as a funeral home operator, claiming to be here to check out the patients skin tone, because she was supposedly going to be put out of her misery the next day. I had listened to Dess scream and watched her attempt to kill herself. And when she passed out, I had attached a small device on her arm so her heart rate and pulse would become still, though she was still very much alive. I had told the guards to let me take her, as she was dead. I had lain her across the back if my car and driven away, to headquarters. I had wheeled her into the lab. And then I had waited another two days for her to wake up. And now, I had betrayed her trust. On my own account this time.

I sighed, and placed my head in my hands. She was only a month younger than me. And she was my best friend! 

She groaned. I jerked up, a wheeled the wheel-y chair over to the side of her bed, waiting. Her eyelids fluttered open. They were still clouded. Did it not worked?

"Lila?" She whispered. She blinked, and her eyes cleared. "Where... what happened... the last thing I remember is being with the doctors at the asylum, and they were trying shock therapy, and then..."

"Dess, it's been three years since then. Your almost 15. You've been insane for three years Dess." I felt a tear roll down my cheek, but didn't bother to brush it away.

"I don't want to know what I did Lila. I just want to know what happened the night they caught me. Tell me when you are ready." She sighed, and sat up.

I looked down at my hands, which were folded over my lap. My hair fell in front of my face.

"Not now," I began, looking at her blood coated nails and scarred arms and face. "Let's get you cleaned up first."

And hand in hand, we walked out of the lab, and out into the world.

Together once again.