Broken Wonderland Part TwoI smiled up at my handler as he smiled down at me.WE were friends,me and my handler.I sensed that.I loved and trusted him.He had a spiky anime afro of dark blue hair and wore a brown trenchcoat.He smoked a lot,and looked like an old fashioned detective.We walked together over to the nurse's ofice,my smile quickly fading.Another tidbit from my dream self.I never smile,unless i'm with one of them.
them NOt being the hurses,but someone else entirely.AS we approached,I pretended not to hear them discussing my file.
"June seventeenth,Ember once again refused to eat.It has been thirty four days since her last meal."
"Junne twenty first,Ember says nothing in her psychlogical interveiws,and won't speak to anybody but the handler."
"This one is so much trouble,ca't we just save ourselves the effort and retire her now?"
A smooth sultry voice stands out to me.This one is the leader.
"So she's an angsty teenage schizophrenic.She is still the best we have.Leave her be,if she keeps starving herself