Until You're Cured

Two Days

A/N: Hey guys, this is a sad chapter for me. It was the last thing I had to write and for me, the story is finished. I have two more things to post for you guys and they should be up very, vrey soon. I love you all and cannot thank you enough for reading and being a part of this project. 

Okay, I'm going to stop being sentimental now. Enjoy

Emmi

Two Days

Scott and I wake up and get ready in silence. Something tells me that this is the way it’s supposed to be. When we walk up the stairs, Katy and Eli are waiting for us like usual.

“Good morning, you two,” Katy says, smiling.

“Morning,” I mumble back.

“What’s up with you, Mitchie?” she asks.

“I don’t know, Kitty. I don’t know.” I sigh.

Eli looks over at us. I can tell he’s thinking hard, but about what, I have no clue. All I can say is that he has never looked more like Scott than in this moment. Both have the same far away look in their eyes and it breaks something inside me, seeing it.

For the first time today, I think, He won’t be Scott anymore.

“Scott, we gotta go. School,” I say. His head jerks sharply toward me and he looks at me like I’ve just magically appeared there.

“What? Oh, yeah,” he whispers and walks out the door carrying his backpack.

The words keep popping into my mind all day. First hour, I glance over at him and He won’t be Scott anymore. Second hour, I’m just doing my work and soon He won’t be Scott anymore. He won’t love me anymore. It gets worse every time. I almost punch Jake when he starts talking to me in fifth hour. But I fall to pieces in sixth hour.

He won’t be Scott anymore. He won’t love me anymore. He’s going to be just another plastic citizen and he’s not going to give a shit about you anymore. The voice in my head changes and now, it’s Avi. Just get Cured and move on, Mitch.

I can feel the tears building behind my eyes.

The guy sitting next to me glanced over at me. “Mitch, you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” I lie. But that when the last thought came to me. At least we’ll have each other, It’s Kirstie’s voice and something about that breaks the little  control I have over myself. The tears start pouring hot and fast down my face. I put my head in my hands and sob until my teacher comes over and puts a hand on my shoulder.

“Mr. Grassi, you should go to the office,” He says. Of fucking course. That’s what they say anytime a student shows emotion. “Go talk to Mr. Green, you need to calm down.” Mr. Green, or John as he’s told us to call him, is the councilor. But really he’s there for times like this.

I want to scream at my teacher that his Cure stole his humanity and that I’m scared and I don’t want to be alone even though I know I’m about to be. I want to, but I can’t. I don’t remember what would happen, it’s been years since someone flipped out like that. I just know I can’t do it. So, I just walk down the empty hallway to the office.

The second I open the door, the desk lady snaps, “What?” Then she looks at me. “Oh, Mr.Green isn’t here today. Umm…”

A voice calls from a private side office, “Who is it?”

“What’s your name?” she asks me.

“Mitch Grassi,” I answer. The woman relays it to the voice. Then the owner of the voice leaves the office.