There
she was. Her tan skin gone pale, she looked like death. Well maybe that was
because she was pretty damn close to it. They said not to touch her but I would
hold her hand anyways. It was cold. I would do anything to make her warm again.
Even though she had no expression I could she was sad.
This wasn’t my fault, but the person who did this was
gone. He wasn’t dead, but he ran. Most of me wanted to blame him but a small
part of me wanted to blame her, but how could I when she was laying here. Her
life wasn’t in her hands anymore.
I got up and walked to the elevator. The door
was just about to close when a male voice yelled for me to hold the door. I
stuck my hand in the middle so it wouldn’t close. I saw a handsome male doctor
about my age rush between the chrome doors.
“What
floor?” I asked quietly
“Uh,
the first.”
I hit the button for him, then put my clammy hands back
in my coat pockets.
“Visiting?”
“Yes.”
“You come here a lot”
“Yeah.”
“You aren’t much of a talker, are you?”
“Sorry, you just caught me in mid-thought.”
“Your friend is pretty bad shape, isn’t she?”
“How do you know?”
“Know what?”
“That my friend is a she.”
“I’ve noticed you, what is your friend’s name?”
“Lola.”
“And
what is your name?”
“Carolyn.”
“Would
you like to know my name?”
I
shrugged and gave him a head nod.
“I’m
Mason or Dr. Russell.”
The
handsome young doctor flashed his name tag at me while he told me. As he talked
to me I looked his body up and down and observed his body language. He was
about 5’9, had wavy dirty blonde hair mostly off to the side. He was one of
those people that would look directly into your eyes when he spoke to you. He
came off as confident. He wasn’t. He hated the fact that he was one of the
younger doctors. He was very easy to analyze. I could analyze anyone. It was
just a gift I had. I had a few others, but this was the strongest. I didn’t
know why he was speaking to me. I definitely wasn’t his type. I could just pick
that up right away.
The
door finally opened and he walked out with me and continued to talk to me.
“Do
you live around here?”
“Sort
of”
He
started to head to his car.
‘Do
you need a ride?”
“No,
I’m fine. I will ride the bus.”
“Are
you sure?”
“I
said I’m fine.”
“I
guess I will see you tomorrow then.”
I
give him a nod and walk away. I stop at the bus stop ahead of me. I waited
there quietly for a few minutes then the bus came. I gave my dollar and sat
down. I pressed my head against the autumn chilled window.
I started to feel this unbearable headache. As
the ride went on it got worse and worse. More people entered the bus. Every new
person brought new information in my head. I felt temples throbbing. I took a
deep breath and slipped my hands into the pockets of my jacket. I closed my
eyes and put my head back. I could feel the sticky sweet drip down the back of
my neck. I threw my short, curly, fiery orange hair into a small ponytail.
More people got on the bus. I couldn’t stop my
mind from wondering into theirs. I was
incapable of not analyzing people. My mind was becoming overloaded. I got up at
next stop and started running as fast as I could. I wasn’t that far from my
apartment. I rushed to unlock the door and went to the nearest trash can and continued
to puke. My body mimicked the feeling of a hangover. I slumped down at my
kitchen island. I could drink alcohol all freaking week and not feel a thing
but the second I’m around a big group of people I feel weak and drunk.
I
dragged myself over to the couch and sat. I looked around my empty apartment.
It was neat and tidy just how I liked. Well it was more like spotless, I had
been doing everything I could to stay distracted while Lola was gone. It was so
clean. Too clean. I stood up and started to throw the blankets on the floor in
the process I knocked over a lamp and it broke. I jumped up and down on it and
smashed other things. After an hour of doing this I looked at the disaster I
had made. I was backed into one clean corner. I slid down the wall and laid
down. I wanted to cry so badly, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t capable. The only time
I could express real heart felt emotion was with Lola. Only because she could
tap into my emotions and make me do what I tried my whole life to avoid.
I
took my own hand and held it. It had
been this way since I was three. I closed my eyes and slept in that one clean
corner.
Next
day I got up and changed, my clothes and headed to the hospital. I wore ear
plugs on the bus hoping that would help a little. It did…barley. When I got to
the room Lola was in, I saw a worried look on Mason’s or Dr. Russell’s face.
“Carolyn
we have new information about your friend Lola.”
“What
is it?”
“We
did a blood test on her a two days ago and we just got the results back.”
“And?”
“Nothing
showed up.”
“Well
isn’t that good then?”
“No,
nothing showed up as in no information. It says she has no blood type!”
I
looked at Mason calmly. He was confused why I wasn’t freaking out. I walked
over to Lola and took her hand and felt her veins. I felt a vibration. As long
as I felt that vibration I knew she was alive. The reason why she didn’t have a
blood type was because she was protecting herself. She sensed that something
was wrong. He was back. He was here in the hospital I could tell. And coming
closer.
I
heard someone clear their throat and Mason and I turned around. Dr. Lloyd, who
was Lola’s main doctor and some other guy were standing in the doorway. I was
still holding onto Lola’s hand and I felt it tense up.
“Oh
Carolyn you’re here. I’m guessing that Dr. Russell filled you in about the new
details on Lola.” Said Dr. Lloyd
I
stood up to face the two people.
“Yes,
he did.”
“Quite
strange isn’t?” said the man
“Oh
Carolyn, Doctor Russell this is Dr. Epstein. He is the new hematologist. He specializes
in blood. He reviewed Lola’s case.”
I
stared directly into the man’s eyes. Something was blocking my analysis of him.
The man kept avoiding my eye contact and staring at Lola. I touched my veins
and felt the vibration jump from being high to low. They told us that Lola’s
case was very strange and they would run more tests on her. The two doctors
left.
“I
need to see her file.”
“Dr.
Lloyd will never show you the file.”
“Then
you go get it and show me.”
“I
can’t, I’m not her immediate doctor.”
“Fine,
I will get it myself.”
“But
how, they keep them locked up and the only way you can get in is fingerprints.”
I
looked at my hands then at the door knob. Doctor Lloyd was the last one to
touch it. I watched my hands become a blank slate.
“I
will figure it out.” I said as I walked to the door.
I
put both of my hands on the door knob and watched as Doctor Lloyd’s
fingerprints become mine. I walked out of the room and looked and found a
doctor and followed her to the room where they kept the files. I watched her
place her hand on the scanner, walk in and walk out. I jogged up to the door
and made sure no one was around, and then placed my hand on the scanner. It
read Dr. Francis Lloyd. I walked in and the door closed behind me. I searched
for her file and frequently checked the door just to make sure no one was
coming in.
I
finally found Lola’s file. I slipped it into my jacket and left. I headed
straight for the elevator. I slide through the doors right before it shut. I
took a second to catch my breath, then I realized someone was beside me. I
looked over and it was that new doctor that looked over Lola’s case. I
straightened up and felt my veins, the vibration was very weak. I saw the man
out of the corner of my eye and he was smirking. He was finally looking at me
so I looked at him in his eyes.
I
put my back against one of the walls of the elevator and slid my hands in my
pockets. He was still smirking.
All
of the sudden things became a lot less cloudy. I looked back at him. It was
him. Before he could finish turning towards him I gripped his neck and slammed
him against the elevator doors and hit the stop button with my other hand.
“Looks
like someone finally wised up.”
“Why
the hell are you here?”
“Because
I can be.”
“Why
did you do this to Lola!?”
“Oh,
I didn’t. Your stupid little friend just got in the way.”
My
grip tightened. “Of what?”
“I
was aiming for you, but she took it upon herself to “protect”, you.”
I
lifted him up by his neck.
“Why
are you after me?”
“Because
I can.”
“Oh
cut the crap Dad!”
“So
you remember me.”
“Of
course I do. A kid never forgets stuff like that.”
“Then
you know why I am here.”
“You
were always angry, you didn’t have a boy and then I was born and you didn’t
want anything to do with me. I also remember that you tried to kill me when I
was younger, so my mother sent me to live Lola.”
He
shrugged his shoulders. I dug my nails into his easily breakable neck.
“Wow
you think you are so strong don’t you?”
He
kneed me in the stomach and pushed me against the wall. And held a knife to my
neck.
“Here
we are again. You deserve to die Carolyn.
I
struggled to breath.
“You
were always jealous of me. You couldn’t take that after I was born that you
weren’t the strongest mimic anymore!”
“Well
of course! How could a little girl have stronger gifts than me! How could any
woman be stronger than me?”
“Well
you are just a sexist asshole aren’t you?”
I
stared at the knife and bent the metal. He threw the knife to the side.
“Fine,
I will just kill you with my bare hands.”
I
tilted my head. “Aw thanks dad that’s so sweet.”
I
levitated the knife and straightened it. I could never do that before. I looked
at my father and he looked surprised. I sent the knife straight into his heart.
He clutched his chest and I kicked the knife farther into his chest.
I
stepped over his dying body and pried the doors open and ran back to Lola’s
room. I saw frantic doctors all over her. Her eyes were open. I felt my veins.
The vibration was normal. Lola was back.