Scoutanddevan Stories

Each week, I would ask how she was doing and each time Marie answered patiently with the same answer. "She's doing fine. She's relaxed right now." I could never tell if it was a good answer or not. When a month was up, I asked about Scout's chances of waking up. She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Rake, but her chances are not good. For her case, each day the chances decreased, and by now, there is almost no chance." "No!" I shouted at her. "She will!" She knew I was going to react like that and took my shouting calmly. "I'm sorry, sir. But it would be easier if-" "No! I won't do it! I won't give up on her!"

"You kidnapped me!" She shouted. "You are going to use me so you can kill my father just like I had killed yours!" "What?" Melly exclaimed. I pushed Scout off of me. She immediately jumped to her feet, but then lost her balance and leaned on the bed for support, a hand pressed over the injury on her chest. "You've weakened me so I can't fight," She said. Then she looked up and glared at me, looking me dead in the eyes and said, "I'm going to kill you." *Part two of the Losing Your Mind series* *Do not read unless you've read Amnesia*