Slipping on the shorts and t-shirt Mag left for me I limped to bed and sat down on the far right of it, a glass of
water waited for me along with pills, I downed both and opened up my backpack pulling out a picture of my mom.
"I'm infected...I'm infected...by your genetics..." I spewed out the words as if some sort of poison to the tongue.
"I'm infected by your genetics...and I don't think that I can be fixed, no I don't think that I can be fixed!
Oh tell why oh why are my genetics such a bitch!" I threw the picture across the room, the glass frame shattered
and a part of you hoped that no one heard it.
"It's this blood condition, damn this blood condition, mother can you hear me thanks for the disease! Now I am
sequestered, part of the collection, that is what is expected when you are infected..." I glared at the photo in
disgust, I hated her...if it wasn't for her I wouldn't be like this, maybe none of this would have even happened.
Maybe you could live happily.
"What hope has a girl who is sick? What dream of life has this planned, it really makes no difference cause I know
that I'll never be fixed" I whispered to myself "no hope at all...and it's all your fault...for all I know I'm
dying young just like you as well...already 17...is my end coming just like yours did?"
I hated her but at the same time I yearned to have her hold me, tell me everything would be OK, that the disease I
have is curable, that I'll be fine in no time, that I'll be able to go outside, catch bugs, that she will be alive
and be the mother I never had.
I glanced at the teddy bear on the shelf, he sat there like my own audience, he seemed to have no sort of words to
say to me after what I said and did, I even felt a bit guilt for throwing the picture, it was the only one I had of
her with me.
I slid off the bed and walked to the mess I made, carefully I picked up the frame and picked off any pieces of glass
left and dropped the rest on the ground, uncaring to clean it up at the moment.
I returned to my spot on the bed holding the photo staring at it "Maybe I killed you when you had me...so I guess
I'm just some sort of burden, I bet you coulda lived if I wasn't born, would save both of us a lot of pain really."
I bit my lower lip as the pain medication kicked in and my legs went a bit numb, I picked up the bear and put him
on the ground and slipped the photo out of it's frame and into my bag and left the broken frame on the floor.
Slipping under the sheets and laying on my side I decided to try and sleep until a small knock woke me up "yeah?"
I rubbed my eyes "is it alright if I come in?" Mag called out from behind the door, as to why she needed
permission from ME was confusing.
"Of course" I crept away from the edge a bit suddenly being scared of falling over in my sleep but remembering I
had to share the bed with her.
She sat down on the bed opposite of me "I heard glass breaking, do you know who did that?" my face burned a bit
"must have been someone outside, I thought I saw some guy smash a glass bottle" I just lied to her, and by her
question she must have guessed it was me, so we both knew it was a lie in all.
"Because that explains the glass in the corner of the room..." she whispered and laid a hand on my shoulder a
blush crept onto my face as a quick flash of what she could do appeared in my head, such as give me a small kiss?,
but instead it just laid there "is anything wrong Shi?"
I closed my eyes not wanting to look at her "just not feeling well..." was it necessary to lie to her? She knew it
was all a lie, she knew there was something wrong, she isn't an idiot but it's just not easy to open up to someone
you don't even know.
Her hand slipped from my shoulder but brushed against my shoulder before she removed herself from the bed "Shilo..."
her boots clicked as she walked over to my side of the bed, I tried my hardest to stare at the dresser in front of
me instead of at her.
She placed on knee next to my hip, her right hand placed itself on my shoulder and her left cupped my chin forcing
me to look at her, my face burned with a blush as we locked eyes.
"Please don't lie to me little one" her thumb ran across my chin, my skin felt completely imperfect compared to
hers "just...thinking about my parents...mom to be exact" her right hand moved down my chest until it reached my
sides where it decided to stay.
My lungs ached for air as I finally let go of my gasp that I tried to hold back when her fingertips rubbed against
my breast, if my face could have gotten any redder and any hotter surely I would over heat and pass out.
We stayed there staring at each other until Mag finally smiled "you look just like your mother" she planted a kiss
on my cheek and we stared at each other again.
I noticed from the corner of my eye that it was getting dark "just one for my blushing fan" I huffed at her comment
until our lips touched, her eyes closed into the kiss and a small squeak escaped my lips as ours parted.