She only broke the rules once, and it wasn't for herself.
She could see him sometimes, sitting on the rooftops at night, breathing in cold winter air.
He had a picture, and he would stare at it for hours on end, grasping at his hair when he couldn't remember.
She knew the feeling.
Curly hair.
A blond man.
Strapping, strong.
Happy.
Best friends.
In love.
Monster bride.
She and him bonded together over the mutual fury they had for their situations.
They both knew they could have better.
They just didn't know what better was.
Frankenstein.
One night she shouldn't sleep.
It wasn't strange, actually. She could go weeks without sleep.
But this night she just couldn't.
She made a decision, and slipped out of bed.
There was a scar on her ankle. Why was there a scar on her ankle?
Empty hallways, good. No one would have to die tonight.
She hated alcohol. God, she hated alcohol. Why did she hate alcohol?
She opened the door to the lab, where he went in every week to get readmitted.
She smirked, she could hack this system with her eyes closed.
The color purple was such a pretty color to her. Why?
She made a back door, a glitch in the system. If someone activated it, it would completely shut the system down in his brain.
He would be free.
She had only broken the rules that one time.