So, I decided to take a break from writing boyxboy/slash stories, and writing a fanfic of a book I read recently. It's called Unwind. And holy craap, It was the best book I've ever read. I suggest you go read it. I was listening to Hollywood Undead when I wrote this. Sell Your Soul, Young and Paradise Lost were on repeat xD you can listen to it on youtube while reading this or whatever. And yeah, this is a two-shot.

Disclaimer: I don't own Unwind or anything. Only the characters.

Summary: Delight and Chris are to be unwound in a week, will they run away? Or will they face the operation? Two-shot.

"I hate you!" I screamed at my mother, stomping over to the front door. My mother's face was red and wrinkly, which meant she's be getting injections to make them go away. I could see the white hairs peeking from her roots, meaning she'd get it dyed again. My mother had to have everything perfect. My whole life was filled with lies and fake things.

I had to be good, I had to have good grades, and I had to be home for dinner. I had to do sports and I had to keep up with the latest fashion fads, I had to go shopping. I had to do everything a 'normal' girl would do.

But that wasn't me. I can't be her 'perfect daughter', because I'm not her daughter. I was a stork baby, my mother didn't want me at first. My father did, he wanted kids. Mom wanted to stork me at a nearby neighborhood. But she had to keep me; it was the rules, the law.

"Maybe I should have you unwind then!" She yelled at me. I laughed bitterly, opening the door. She followed me to it.

"I'd rather be unwound than stay here with you." I spat. My father came to see why were yelling, and his face paled.

I immediately regretted what I said. My father had always loved me. He let me off the hook with most things. He taught me how to fish, ride a bike, climb a tree, tie knots, and most importantly how to punch. He bought me my first car. He took me to my first R rated movie. He was the best dad ever.

"I'm going out." I stated, slamming the door behind me.

When I got home, my parents were waiting for me. I had stayed for dinner at my best friend's, Chris, house. After wards, we had talked about what happened. He said that he'd be there for me. No matter what. He also brought up this place called 'The Graveyard'. He said some kid was running it after the incident at Happy Jack.

"We can run away babe."He said. His pale blue eyes sparkled with excitement, his unusually black, unkempt hair making him look psycho. This is what made people think he was crazy and a clapper. But he had no intentions like that.

"I don't know, Chris." I told him. He then did something unexpected. He kissed me. He kissed me like there was no tomorrow. And I kissed him back.

"I'm an unwind babe."He whispered once he caught his breath. His eyes still sparkled, but it dimmed slightly. I blinked.

"W-what?"

"I'm being unwound when I turn sixteen. That's in one week hon. If we leave, we leave tonight." He said firmly, taking my hands in his calloused ones.

I had started to cry. I sobbed and sobbed, which caused his mother to come to his room. She took one look at our positions and how he was holding me and how I was blubbering his name over and over. She knew he told me. And she didn't say anything. She just stalked out of the room, her face holding frustration and anger.

"Delight." My mother said my name with sadness and defeat. Nervously, I walked after her. My father was sitting in the dining room, scratching at his beard with a calculating expression on his face. My mother fumbled around, trying to pull out a chair. I sighed and gently pulled her chair out for her. She flinched when I guided her to the chair. Shit.

I let go with a speed of light, pulled out my own chair and sat down with a glare. My father looked down, and my mother looked anywhere but me. I knew what was going on.

My English teacher would call it foreshadowing. They were telling me I was an unwind.

"Delight-" My father began.

I cut him off," When?"

"Del-"

"When, dammit!" I shouted. My father let this happen. The tears welled up in my fake eyes. My eyes were real, yes, but filled with injections. They were an unusual brown-green-blue color. I blinked them back. Crying is for the weak. They won't me make me cry.

"One week. October 29." My mother stated flatly.

I fled the room. My dad tried reasoning with me, saying I was going to do good to the world. I just ignored him and stared at the wall. He gave up after a half hour of nothing. My mom didn't even try to talk to me.

I called Chris later that night and told him my fate. On Chris's birthday, we were going to be unwound.

"Let's run away babe." He said again. There was determination in his voice.

"Let's not talk about this on the phone, Chris. We'll meet up at the old place."

The old place was an old tree fort that we found near an abandoned factory outside of town. It was a ten minute walk, a five minute bike ride.

"Hey." Chris greeted me, his hoodie pulled up. A cigarette was hanging out of his mouth. He looked like a kid I saw on a picture before the Heartland War. My heart started to beat rapidly. I didn't know how beautiful he looked until now.

"Hi."

"Listen, Deli, we need to leave now." I realized he had a backpack hanging on his shoulder.

"I-I don't know Chr-" He cut me off with a sigh.

"Deli, they're going to unwind us. All we have to do is wait it out until we're both seventeen." He said. It was a good plan. A great plan. We both had a year to wait. He would be seventeen in a year, I'd be seventeen in a year and three months. All we had to do is wait.

"O-okay. I'll go with you."

"Not so fast. You're caught!" An unfamiliar voice called out from behind. A Juvey Cop stepped into the clearing, carrying a tranq gun. Chris dropped his cig, grabbed my hand and started to pull me along as he ran.

"Babe, we have to go now!" He whisper-shouted. I only nodded and ran after, my long legs keeping in pace with him. Suddenly, I was glad my mother forced me to do track.

After twenty minutes of running, we stumbled to a walk. Something hit my shoulder with a pop. I collapsed on the ground. Chris ran over than fell on top of me. I made an oomph sound. He was at least thirty more pounds than me.

My vision was fading away.

"Chris!"

"I'm here, Deli. We've been caught...we'll go out...together.." He whispered in my ear. He kissed my cheek, wrapping his arms around me.

"P-promise..?"

"I promise...Deli.." And then everything faded to black as if a blanket fell over my eyes.