Dedication: To everyone, again, on BI!
Make Up Your Mind
By: Lynzi Knight
Rating: R/NC-17
Part III: Vows Meant To Kill
I?ve seen so much, it hurts to remember. My mind aches with the thoughts that drift in and out. I can?t make up my mind. Why can?t you ever make up your mind? Wouldn?t everything be all right if you did that, listened to your inner voice? It?s been months and months now, and still no word. Have you disappeared from the face of the Earth? Have you run to the Colonies to escape my world, my eyes, and me? They accuse you, I know, I can see it in your eyes, the shadow that lingers deep and long. The shadows seem to waver a lot lately, don?t they? I know how much you hate them, but at the same time invite them. Do they remind you of me, of our ?love?? Make up your mind, dark one, silent, perfect soldier of space, or I?ll make you mine. It?ll all be fine.
They had bandaged her face, the one that was so familiar to everyone around. Her hands were laid on top of the blankets, tight, leather cuffs holding her wrists captive lest she lunge at someone. They weren?t bandaged up, although they carried little cuts almost invisible to the naked eye. She wore a simple white hospital gown decorated with tiny blue flowers. An IV was attached to the front of her hand, leading up to the little bag of clear fluid that hung from the pole beside the bed.
Her eyes, nose, and mouth, along with her ears, were the only holes that poked through the dressing. Crimson soaked through along the forehead, trailing down the side of where her nose was to spread out like a blooming flower along her cheek to her left ear. It would be a gruesome sight to behold if the dressings were ever removed.
Word was spreading around the hospital of a plastic surgeon coming to a operate.
Her breathing was raspy, labored. It was hard for her. A buzzer echoed softly. The patient in the bed never stirred, continued to rest. The bulky man sitting by the door stood and reached down to punch a few numbers into the keypad situated on the wall. The door slid open with a quiet whoosh of air, disappearing into the wall. Miliardo looked into the grim eyes of the guard, his arms folded over his chest. He stepped into the room, hitting the code into the keypad.
The door closed softly. The guard sat back down in his chair, arms crossed over his huge chest. He observed in silence?.
[will continue later, must work on school work?
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