mistressflames
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 15, 2009
The door creaked open. Bright red hair and green eyes peeked inside. The coast was clear. Lacey slipped into the seating area in her private dorm room. The light from the moonlight showing through the window light her way. She did not want to risk waking her roommate. Quietly she crept across the parlor. All she wanted to do was take a hot shower and pass out in bed. It had been a long night. The door was inches away. Victory!
Or not...
The light flicked on Lacey quickly covered her squinted eyes. "Where have you b-" Megan, her doe eyed blonde dorm mate was staring at her like she had just seen a ghost. He had every right too. Lacey was a mess. Her hair was tangled, her clothes were torn and burnt, her mascara ran down her perfect face and her cheeks were puffy and glossy from too much crying. Yet none of this caught her mate's attention. "Lacey... you can walk!" She exclaimed in disbelief. Before she could say anything Megan was off the bed and at her side. Instantly Lacey burst into tears. The mixed emotions in her were too much to hold in. The pure joy that she could indeed walk mixed with the tragedy of her father was too much to bare.
After crying until no more possible tears could form in her eyes and taking an extensively long shower, Lacey walked into the sitting room to join Megan on the couch. She took her time to the couch but decided to lean against the wall rather than sit. She had never thought this was possible and now that it was, Lacey felt as if she would never sit again.
"Alright I have waited long enough Lacey, spill. What happened to you? How is it possible you are walking." The next hour Lacey did her best to explain everything that happened. Her father was a very wealthy man. He owned a medical reasearch company known as Skyler industries. For a long time he had been having his top scientist working on a break through in medicine. He did not share too many details with Lacey. She could not keep up with all the sciency technical terms anyway. Last night he called her excited. He was sure they had found a cure for his daughters paralesis. They had formulated a new medicine that could heal scared and damaged muscles completely. That night Lacey agreed to come over and try it. She would do anything to be able to walk like her classmates. Something went wrong. At first everything was fine, she was given the anastesia then injected with what Lacey liked to call cure in a bottle. Then everything went hazey. When she woke the building had been burnt to the ground. She was lying in the ashes of what used to be medical table with wires still suctioned to her body. At first she freaked out. Something went horribly wrong. Lacey confessed to Megan that she thought she would be stuck there until the ems arrived. Then curiously she tested whether the experiment had worked. It did! It was a good thing she no longer needed a wheel chair because hers was burnt to crisp in the fire.
"Wow... so you no longer need a wheel chair?" Megan asked, Lacey shook her head. "This is so awesome. Just think of the things we can do together now!" For the next hour the girls stayed up and talked about the future and what it now meant that Lacey could miraculously walk. Then Lacey grew tired and the girls went to bed.
Or not...
The light flicked on Lacey quickly covered her squinted eyes. "Where have you b-" Megan, her doe eyed blonde dorm mate was staring at her like she had just seen a ghost. He had every right too. Lacey was a mess. Her hair was tangled, her clothes were torn and burnt, her mascara ran down her perfect face and her cheeks were puffy and glossy from too much crying. Yet none of this caught her mate's attention. "Lacey... you can walk!" She exclaimed in disbelief. Before she could say anything Megan was off the bed and at her side. Instantly Lacey burst into tears. The mixed emotions in her were too much to hold in. The pure joy that she could indeed walk mixed with the tragedy of her father was too much to bare.
After crying until no more possible tears could form in her eyes and taking an extensively long shower, Lacey walked into the sitting room to join Megan on the couch. She took her time to the couch but decided to lean against the wall rather than sit. She had never thought this was possible and now that it was, Lacey felt as if she would never sit again.
"Alright I have waited long enough Lacey, spill. What happened to you? How is it possible you are walking." The next hour Lacey did her best to explain everything that happened. Her father was a very wealthy man. He owned a medical reasearch company known as Skyler industries. For a long time he had been having his top scientist working on a break through in medicine. He did not share too many details with Lacey. She could not keep up with all the sciency technical terms anyway. Last night he called her excited. He was sure they had found a cure for his daughters paralesis. They had formulated a new medicine that could heal scared and damaged muscles completely. That night Lacey agreed to come over and try it. She would do anything to be able to walk like her classmates. Something went wrong. At first everything was fine, she was given the anastesia then injected with what Lacey liked to call cure in a bottle. Then everything went hazey. When she woke the building had been burnt to the ground. She was lying in the ashes of what used to be medical table with wires still suctioned to her body. At first she freaked out. Something went horribly wrong. Lacey confessed to Megan that she thought she would be stuck there until the ems arrived. Then curiously she tested whether the experiment had worked. It did! It was a good thing she no longer needed a wheel chair because hers was burnt to crisp in the fire.
"Wow... so you no longer need a wheel chair?" Megan asked, Lacey shook her head. "This is so awesome. Just think of the things we can do together now!" For the next hour the girls stayed up and talked about the future and what it now meant that Lacey could miraculously walk. Then Lacey grew tired and the girls went to bed.