Glass Heart

3. My Heart

    "Mary, please stop asking me questions. I can't focus with you chattering nonstop, " Lukas said with an annoyed tone. He was currently in the middle of reconstructing my heart. When he showed me the blueprints all I could do was stare in awe. It was astounding that a mere person like me could have such advanced technology inside. Two-thirds of my heart was entirely made of metal and other tech I still didn't quite understand. I felt something spark inside of me as Lukas was adjusting pieces. I gasped aloud, as the sensation didn't seem right. "Stop moving," he barked.

    "I'm sorry, it felt weird, " I retorted. He glanced at me and rolled his eyes, he then proceeded back to his work. I was always a difficult patient with my mom so I wasn't really surprised that I had pestered him already. I was quite talkative and that was probably why he ignored me so long ago. He backed away and took off his gloves. He signaled for me to sit up so I figured that he was done. As I sat up I groaned in pain. I had almost forgotten it was going to hurt so bad. I looked down at my wound that was now covered with gauze. "So, what did you do?" I asked out of pure curiosity. He walked over to his computer and pulled up his drafts showing me the heart implant designs. I wasn't good at all with any technology so I didn't understand any of it at first.

    "I rerouted the neural implant's transmitters so it would broadcast the-" He started, but I couldn't understand any of it. I was thoroughly puzzled. He knew I didn't understand certain terminology so it confused me as to why he even started explaining in the way he did. I shook my head as I was putting my shirt back on.

    "Would you mind dumbing it down for me?" I asked him although it sounded more like an order. He put his face in the palm of his hand, clearly annoyed with my inquiries. He turned around in his chair and looked at me.

    "God, how do I say this?" He questioned himself aloud. He leaned back in his chair and he looked like he was in deep thought. He ran his fingers through his short hair. It couldn't possibly be too hard to explain it to me. "Your neural implant is transferring energy to your heart, kind of like a backup generator." I nodded my head slowly, understanding it better than I had prior.

    "But what if the energy runs out?" I asked with a hint of fear in my voice. He got up and walked over to me placing his hand on my head.


    "We're going to make sure that doesn't happen." I nodded my head, reassured by his assertion. It was quite apparent that he had confidence in both of us. I just wished that he hadn't pushed me away in the past. I wanted to understand him better. Back when I first met him we hit it off. We hung out at a nearby coffee shop almost every day after school. But another teenager, a jealous one, reported to him that I was using him in order to gain popularity. Her claims were false, she'd wanted him to herself. A part of me wondered if he'd still been upset about it.

    As I walked into the cafeteria, I noticed a boy sitting by himself. He had blonde hair and it was mostly covered by the black of his hood. I looked over my shoulder as I noticed the popular girls waving for me to sit with them. I gave a slight apologetic bow as I continued on towards the boy. I walked over and sat in front of him. His eyes looked sad, I wanted to wipe that frown off of his face and see his smile. He had a sharp jawline, his facial features chiseled. "Hi," I said with a grin on my face.

    "Hi," he said as he gave me a slight nod. That was the moment we met, he was so quiet and isolated. I wanted to bring him out of that shell that he was so desperately hiding in.