I don't know what Butch Hartman looks like, so I'm fairly certain I'm not him.
I can't belive I'm here, strapped to this table. I've tried everything else but that and I really don't want to do that. I think I'm going to have to, though. They're coming. That noise can only be them at the top of the stairs.
"Just promise me."
"Don't give me that look. Promise me."
When they came they couldn't understand what had happened. They were shocked. Almost as much as I was. They'd started looking when they went a single day without hearing from me.
I've said everything I can say. They won't hear it. They refuse. I know what will happen if I don't do this. I still wish there was any other way. Where's Desiree when you need her? And why am I replaying that conversation in my head?
"I want you to look me in the eyes and give me your word."
"Because I know you'll keep it."
After the pair got me out I told them why I'd done what I did. They knew I wouldn't have, otherwise. Even though they think it was the right thing. I'm probably the only one who doesn't feel that way.
They're here. I've got a few seconds to think of something else as they reach for their instruments. Why can't I think of something? I always think of something. It might be easier if I couldn't hear her voice right now.
"I know you. You'll put others first, even when you shouldn't."
"Yes there are. This is one. Swear to me you'll look after yourself."
They helped me through this as best they could. They looked at me strangely for a while, but they stopped faster than I had thought. They really do love me. Not everyone is this lucky, I'm grateful.
It's time. No more putting it off. I wonder if I'll ever get over this? I've never used my wail on a human before. Hopefully I'll never have to again. Of all the times for Jazz to be right...
"Even if it's Mom and Dad, you hear?"
"Thank you, little brother. I couldn't leave for college without hearing you say that."
My two best friends stand behind me, watching in the dark of the night. They knew everything would be OK when I told Jazz what happened and she hugged me, telling me she's glad I kept my word. The three of us look on as she gets her own closure the only way we could think of. My new guardian lifts a tool, ironically from their own lab, and removes the words "LOVING PARENTS" from the monument to the elder Fentons Vlad insisted on erecting.
