Rebellious Rebellious Veronica

- "Just tell me what I have to do. Just tell me. Please! I-- I don't know... I don't remember anything! None of this nonsense you guys are making me believe.
Maybe, I don't know the rights and wrongs as I think I do right now. I'm begging you, just please tell me, guide me or something! Give me directions. I can't do this on my own."
"Believing what's right isn't enough Vera. You have to remember. Because if you don't, no one will or can tolerate a fake act."

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17. Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

The presence of atleast two bodies overhead and watching me forced my eyes out. A boy not much older than sixteen or seventeen years of age stood in one side of the bed I lay in. And a old man I could assume is his father stood in the other side.

Sitting on my right in a chair was an even older man. In a nice poor suit with a brown medicine case sitting open on the nightstand. He was a doctor and his injection machines scared me to death.

... A memory ....

A memory made more scarier than life itself swam it's way to me.

The memory... That memory. A memory so much worse than life itself.

I was being injected by a real-life extra large dived needle. In it venom. In a four sided plain white room. Cold and light panels above. A few men stood in dark clothes. I was wearing a white hospital gown. Knees locked, shivering. Trembling teeth and chapped lips. My body was bruised and young. Very young. I saw the faintests of a-thousand tiny circle marks all over my body. Wherever possible. Wherever skin.

The three humans watched me, examining and holding on to something. Hope. Everyone has their own hope. Not my business.

One accident glance toward the black box again, and I started screaming. Not from burning this time though. I tried to break free from the hands holding me back from sitting straight.

Doc quickly takes a injection seeming to have prep lanes which one and stabs me with it on my right arm. I want to scream again and cry because of the pain, but the serum holds me back.

I get quiet and calm, but gladly don't faint or go into a deep sleep again.

Thankfully.

***

When my eyes involuntarily open again. I'm faced with a dark and calm room. A homemade candle by my bed. Almost dying.

A dark haired head rests on my bed. The owner of this head sits in a chair.

It's probably past midnight, for he has fallen asleep in his watch. Not a very good Angel keeper, that is.

It was warm so I slid the blanket down from my chest, and he woke up out of balance. Almost falling before catching himself.

He looked at me. Shy and lost. Tongue-tied. As if he had been thinking and planning of a million things to say to me, but when I finally come none of it matters.

"What? Did someone cut your tongue or something? Or am I that ugly that it's worth it to watch and speculate?" I blurt out. My voice is rigid from not talking for so long, except yelling, I'm warming and getting my voice back.

He gives a quite and heartedly laugh, "Ohhh Meronica.."

"What?"

"Excuse me. Sorry. No nothing." He retreats, his penetrating smile disappearing.

"I'm Veronica. Vera."

"Yes, yes. Veronica." He said, not satisfied by my response and suddenly his eyes were sad.

I gave him a questioning look.

"Oh! Oh, yes. I'm- My name is Max." He said, putting a hand in his neck.

"Max." I study the name, as if he wasn't there.

"I see you guys have broke the ice, here." A old man with folded old and long rotten yellow sketch papers like poster paper came from the closed door. I hadn't realized the door was closed...

It was cold, probably.

Max only smiled.

"Jaxson! Come see!" He called out, setting the papers on the round dining table in front of my bed.

"How do you feel?" He asked.

"Fine." I replied.

"Mhhh." He hummed while examining his papers and reading them.

I searched for Max's eyes for approval. I didn't know if Doc's reply was good or bad. He wasn't looking, he was looking at Doc with concern. Staring too long, I turned away quickly when he caught me. Awkward.

"I heard my name." A old, but strong for his age man walked in. Breathless, sweaty, and with white hair all over his scalp.

He froze when his eyes searched the room and found my open focused and steady ones. He tried to hide his gulp, and broke contact quickly and looked down at the floor before turning to Doc.

"I'm Doctor Nobles." Doc said standing up from the chair in the table he had sat down on.

"Okay." I replied.

"Do you remember your name?"

I sight. Those games where your host treats you like you've lost your mind.

"Yes, I'm Veronica."

Doc's eyebrows went up like he didn't believe me.

I felt Max's eyes on me. One con for having a nickname. You don't want to say it twice in a row. It gets very annoying and other people wonder.

"Where we're you born?"

"Bantescher, Jkalipso." I said immediately.

Doc sighted, "She's not ready." He said turning around, putting his hands up to his head.

"Give her a chance!" Max yelled fiercely. "Ask her questions of her childhood." He said, staring into space.

"What was your childhood like?" Doc asked, looking out the window, he's back to me.

Max looked through my eyes in hope. His eyes and face read Please.

"It was very fun... Gardens and flowers and all."

Max looked down the moment I said that. He looked like he wanted to run out of the room and cry, ?smuggling with a pillow.

"Ask her if she ever had double personalities." Jaxson sighted, and suggested to Doc in a whisper.

"Have you?" Doc asked me.

"I don't understand." I said. My head is starting to hurt.

"You have a headache?" Max asked me, still looking down.

"Yes." I replied, needing more air suddenly. He gave a tiny smile.

"This is enough. We'll talk tomorrow." Doc said and left with Jaxson, frustrated.

We were alone.

"Do you have to keep watch for me or something?"

"Something like that." He smiled slightly.

"I'm like a puppy that's going to runaway if treated badly? Like a cat if you let the door open? Or as if I'm going to ruin your nice and expensive sofa with my tight nails, scratching it? Or are you afraid I'll burn down your house?" I said angrily.

"I think you just offended Kissi." He said in a big smile.

"What?"

A meow came from under my bed. A cat came out and stared at me for a long time before leaving.

I didn't realize I was holding my breath and Max started spitting his loud laugh out, that he had been trying to hold back.

I hit his arm when the cat-- Kissi- was ceartainly gone. Not a good first impression at ALL. And it's a cat!

He only laughed the more.

I was mad at him. And we'd only known each other for less than ten minutes, for Gods sake!

Is that not a good way to start?

We were like uncontrollable kids having a sleepover and it was past our bedtime. And our parents didn't even try to hush us up.

A thought in the back of my mind wrote, that this was a perfect place and set to play that game- what's called?! Oh, Seven Minutes in Heaven. Ha ha. For older teens of course. Otherwise, it could get inappropriate.

I'm glad he doesn't know about that ancient game. I was really glad that I let out a comforting sight I didn't realize.

The candle eventually burned down and it's warmth left us. But, it wasn't quiet long before we realized we didn't need it anymore.

His steady and calm breathing warmed the close space between us.

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