Author note: Sorry to say but I'm ending this early. I don't know how many chapters are going to help finish this up, but I'm tired of this story…so…yeah.
I woke up to the sun in my eyes, and birds chirping aggravatingly.
"Shut up," I said, turning over to my side and slinging my pillow at the window.
My eyes suddenly opened and I sat up straight in bed. I moved my legs professionally, as if they were never paralyzed. I felt a sudden burst of excitement rise in me, but died down once I remembered where I was…father's house.
I pushed the sheets off of my body and rose from the bed, wobbling slightly.
"Perfect," I said, trying to hide a grin.
The sun streamed into my room in ribbons of color, making the room look livelier than it felt. I wobbled towards the door, taking baby steps as I did so. Opening the door I peaked out into the hall to find everything silent and empty.
"Even better," I said, now grinning from ear to ear.
I made myself get used to walking again as I stepped down the stairs slowly and carefully. Nobody was around other than a maid or two who had early shifts.
There was no time to stop and grab something to eat, so instead I instantly walked to the door, pulling it open only to find two big men, in whom I recognized to be spies working for Ned.
"Miss Parker, you were reported missing last night by your roommate," one said lifelessly.
"Well I'm not," I said. "I'm right here."
"We're going to have to take you with us."
Without saying another word I was dragged out of the house and into a big, black carriage, secluded from civilization.
"Hey, watch it!" I protested as they slammed the door shut and the carriage took off with a sudden jerk.
I jolted forward and caught myself from causing any real damage. One man sat on either side of me, looking straight ahead as if they were nothing but decayed corpses. I sent each of the odd looks, and even tried making them blink by waving my palm in front of their faces, but these lifeless minds were focused on the wall before them.
"Right," I said, leaning back and deciding to relax. "I guess we all don't have souls."
I tapped my fingers on the back of my hand boredly, examining the dull carriage. It was very depressing, and made me feel as if we were heading straight for a funeral.
But I knew where we were going. Ned would be expecting us, that smug smile on his oh so superior face, gleaming like he was the ruler of mankind. I clenched my fists, only dreaming of the day I had the nerve to punch it off, only to be replaced by surprise and repulsion.
I couldn't help but to laugh, seeing as how I was the only live one around. I might as well make the best of it while I still can.
The carriage came to a sudden halt, and the two spies crawled out, one grasping my arm and jerking slightly to get me out of the carriage. I rolled my eyes and followed them into the school building, grinning like a maniac who just caused the crime of a lifetime, yet had the time of their life doing so.
"Gently, boys," I said, pulling my arm away from them. "I believe you know who I am, so I'd watch your back."
I sent them a suspicious stare while walking backwards to Ned's office. I really did feel like a psycho, seeing as how I was acting like one. I gave the door three knocks and barged in without waiting for a response.
"No need to continue worrying," I announced, holding my hands up. "I am back to reclaim my place."
Ned looked up from his desk, anger flickering in his disgusting, manipulative eyes.
"Miss Parker," he said, closing the book he was skimming over. "I see you're back."
"Ha, what gave you the first clue?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
Ned sighed in frustration and rose from his chair. "Miss Parker you are supposed to be in the school building after dark," he said.
"This isn't a school, genius, it's a torture chamber," I said, picking up and object from his desk and throwing it from one hand to the other.
Ned narrowed his eyes, snatching the object out of my hands and placing it back down where it once was.
"I don't think you understand, Anomie," he said crossly.
"It wasn't my fault," I said, plopping down in a chair. "It was your stupid lackey who injected me with some kind of…whatever."
I picked up the object again, pretending to be fascinated of its odd features. I once again tossed it from one hand to another, tuning Ned out completely.
He banged his fists angrily on the desk, making me jump slightly. "You, Miss Parker, are getting on my last nerve! You better get ready, because in the next few days you'll be seeing your life flash before your very own eyes."
"Ooh, is that a threat?" I asked amusedly.
"You better damn well know it," he hissed. "Get out of me office."
I shrugged, rising from the chair as I tossed the object to Ned. "Good day, Sir," I said before leaving, smirking triumphantly.
I was feeling particularly perky today, and everyone could see it. But, when I entered mine and Erica's room, I got my head bitten off.
"Where were you?" Erica snapped, jumping up from her bed.
"I'm sorry, are we married?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in fake humor.
"Anomie, I was worried sick! Last I heard you left the hospital with Spot, and nobody had seen of you since!" Erica said, looking as if she were ready to yank her hair out.
"Relax," I said. "I was paralyzed, but Spot took care of me."
Erica's mouth dropped to the floor in astonishment. "Spot…taking care of…you? Are you sleeping with him?" she screamed.
"Oh yes, and our wedding is next month," I said, grinning.
"Anomie Parker I want an explanation right this minute!" Erica demanded.
"Okay, mother, the truth is…I died, and now I'm here to kill you all!" I exclaimed.
"Jesus, Nomes, what has gotten into you?"
"Nothing, what's 'gotten' into you?" I asked, looking out the window.
"Did Spot give you alcohol? I swear that boy has an obsession with alcohol," my friend said.
"He might have," I shrugged. "I hope it tasted good. I'm not too fond of dull things." I laughed as I sat down at the end of my bed.
"Okay…That's it, I'm getting Stephen," Erica said, opening the door. "Don't you move from that spot, missy!"
"Where's Spot?" I asked, looking around.
Erica sighed in frustration and rolled her eyes as she left the room.
"What if I have to go to the washroom?" I said to myself.
I jumped up from the bed and exited the room, forgetting what Erica had ordered me to do. I wandered aimlessly down the winding halls, looking for nothing in particular. Whispers caught me in my steps, and I stopped walking. I narrowed my eyes as I edged closer to a corner, and peaked around.
"Get everything ready," a man said. "Mr. Neeley wants the needles immediately."
Author note: There you have it, a chapter. Not long at all, but at least its something. Please expect short chapters in the future. Now, I have a huge test tomorrow, so I need to sleep. Nighty night.
