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I'm not supposed to be here writing this. But the doctor's have left me, thinking I was asleep and I snuck onto Watari's laptop. Doctors you say? More like mad scientists. THey want to check me over, examine my body, and make sure everything is in 'order'. I'm working fine now, I was fine.... They just wanted to take me apart. For the last two days, I've been strapped to a table, slowly being dissected like a common lab rat without anesthetic. The bastard who was heading this little proceeding said that I was to be undrugged to be sure all was in working order with me. They needed to check my vitals and signs carefully for any oddities. I'm still healing from the whole thing. My insides are like water, and my ribcage fragile as paper. I'm bruised all over and my hands are shaking from typing. I'd recount all that happened but what's the point? I'm going to remember it all. I'm never going to forget..... forget the cold touch of my body or the pain I saw in Hisoka's eyes when I made him kill me again. I don't want to think about it anymore. The doctors say they want to run a few more small tests tommorrow. I wonder exactly what that means. That's what Konoe said the first time when he asked that I go to the lab for testing... I guess that means another trip on a gurney to the operating room of hell huh? I really wish I could just die..... Die and not exist anywhere at all. I wish I'd never been born.... created....alive.... I heard Konoe whispering to Watari in the halls this afternoon when the doctors took a lunch break.... "He's never going to be the same again...." No, no I'm not.... My trust is broken, and so is my heart. No one is to blame here, no one but me. If I find a way.... I'll disappear. Take the one thing important and fade away................. Post a comment in response: |
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