Life-Lesson Learnt

When five year old Gwen was told she was going to be the new human drug experiment, she didn't know what kind of life she was going to expect. Now, ten years later, she is broken, torn and planning her escape. That is, until, when she is in a drug-induced coma, she hears a familiar voice, and wants a face to connect with it. When they meet, what will happen between them?


3. Harvey-Chapter Two.

          Inhaling a breath, I knocked on the door with my free hand, and hoped that my ear wouldn't be chewed out-again-for delivering these books late-whoever ordered them, ordered a lot, and pretty frequently. 

          Just as I was about to let my hand fall against the oak door once more, a commotion at the end of the corridor caught my eye-doctors, nurses and staff were swarming out of the end door like flies, and a few glanced pityingly back into the room, like whatever they had experimented on actually touched that hearts-not that most of the animals do, it's just that most of the staff I have met have tried not to think about it too much of what they do, my older sister included-like she even wants everyone to know we're related.

        The door opened, just as the last couple of staff turned and started to inaudibly talk about whatever happened inside. They didn't even bother to lock the ingress.  How strange.

        "Yes? How can I help?" A youngish women-possibly in her late twenties, early thirties-stepped out, and looked at me like a was a piece of dirt on her shoe.

        "I've erm...I've got some books to deliver...For a Miss Gwen Noble? I was just wondering where I would fi-"

      "Are you the kid that was supposed to deliver these two weeks ago? Seriously? Gwen gets really up in her shi-she gets really up tight and it worsens her mood if you don't deliver them on time! Quick, come into the office, and I'll just get her for you!"

        Ushering me into the office, I must admit, I was a little surprised that old Mr Donnelly wasn't here-usually, he would've given me a lecture for about half an hour where I would zone out, and then he snatch the bag of books away from me and that would be it, without a single "Thanks."

        I'd never seen the inside of the office before. It was mostly wood, paperwork, and a stale cigarette smell. Nice.

        The door clicked open, and the young women from before entered, clutching onto the arm of a girl about my age-I guessed her to be a year or two younger than me. 

         "Violet, please, let go, I said I'm fine." The girl who I assumed was Gwen, looked at me with slightly glazed eyes.

        "Here...these are yours, I believe. Sorry for the-slight delay, I was tied up with work." Holding out the bag, Gwen regarded me warily before tentatively taking the bag.

         "Thanks...Took you long enough." Gwen said with what looked like a quite painful smile. Sticking my hands in my jeans front pockets, I smiled and leaned back on my heels.

        Our smiles were soon wiped off our faces when the office door started to creak open. We looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Hide? Or stay out in the open?

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