E.Y.E.S - Bianca Gray (best life changing books txt) 📗

on me. I sighed. Poor Poppy, I thought absentmindedly. Her older sister Michelle turned sixteen a month ago and now she was gone. She disappeared, leaving a 5 year old to tend to herself. Sometimes, when she got scared, I let her sleep with me. When Eric caught her sneaking into my room one night, I explained she just missed the comforts of an older person scaring the nightmares away. Even though I couldn't scare my own nightmares...the horrific screaming only to be cut short with the gurgling of blood choking her, filling her lungs with blood. Drowning, drowning-
"Zoey!" my father shouted my name. I woke up with a start. I realized I had fell asleep during the meeting. All the scientists were gone except my father and I. He let his cat go and just stared at me. I looked back at him.
"What?" I asked. He cocked his head in a child-like way.
"You fell asleep," he said but not in an accusing way. More like in a curious, amazed way.
"Yeah, humans do that," I said yawning. His eyes softened. Wow, I thought, I haven't seen his eyes like that for a long time now. Everytime he was uncrazy, he actually seemed to be a real cool guy. The only problem was, he thought this whole thing was just a bad dream, that it had never happened. My father looked at me sadly.
"I really did kill her, didn't I?" he asked choking on his words. When he looked back up his eyes were full of water and his face was streaked with tears. I nodded, on the verge of tears myself, even though I never knew my mother. I wish I did. I wish he never pulled the trigger. And if there really was a God, like Poppy believed so, I wish that He had never decided to damn me to a place as close to hell as you could get. My father squinted his eyes at me. Under his breath I could hear him say, "I didn't kill her! I really didn't kill her! But her eyes..." He frowned at me. I sighed. He always ended up doing this. He always did think time stopped. Eric got up and put his hands on my shoulders. He started to shake me.
"Heidi! Heidi! Heidi!" He kept screaming at me, over and over again. The tears started to run down my cheeks. I couldn't help myself. This is what happened to the man that was my father. This is what happened to the man my mother loved. And this is what happened to a person when they killed someone they loved and couldn't handle it. They just go into denial and go around in a sleeping state. For my father, he went around in a mental state.
"Dad! Dad! Stop shaking me!" I yelled at him. The shaking was getting worse and it was hurting. He slowly took his hands off of me.
"Dad?" he asked, slowly backing away. I nodded.
"Yeah, you're my dad," I said. He shook his head.
"No, no, no! My daughter-"
"Is right here," I finished for him. I gestured at all of me. I got up and walked to him slowly, afraid he would run, afraid he would kill me.
"Dad, I'm NOT Heidi. I kind of look like her. But I'm NOT her. Can't you tell? Heidi had blue eyes. I don't," I said choking on those last words. My dad's eyes started to glaze over again.
"Dad, before you back into your mental state," I started to say taking his shaking hands into mine. I leaned in towards his ear so he could hear.
"I hope the other you, the you who tortures children, goes to hell," I said hissing through my teeth. His head jerked back. He fell to the ground his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He was shaking, kind of like he was having a seizure. I looked down on him.
"What do you want me to do, Eric? Call the hospital? 911? But then the police would come here and see how you handle us. This little experiment of ours. Sorry, Eric, but I'd rather you die than try to get us all free again," I spat at him. Then I walked away and closed the door. I heard my dad gasping for air and getting up. Mind powers work for me so well. And doing that, was one of them. I walked down the hallway and opened the last door on the end of the hallway. The door opened up to an almost blinding white room that was large and had almost 20 kids in there. Poppy ran up to me.
"Zoey, what happened? Did they use the eaters on you?" she asked worried. I rubbed her little red blond head and smiled.
"You know they never use that stuff on me," I said. She pursed her lips.
"Oh right," she said. We heard a hum then a crackle.
"Poppy Macks? Poppy Macks. Please come to the experimental room immediatly for more tests," the voice of a scientist came on over head. Poppy started shaking. I poked at her calm part of her head with my mind, trying to calm her down. She stopped shaking almost immediatly.
"Thanks, Zoey," she said. Then she grabbed my hand.
"C'mon, come with me please," she pleaded, her green eyes sad.
"I can't, Poppy. You know the rules. Only family members allowed," I said sadly.
"But my sister isn't here no more," she said and started to cry. Robin opened the door and came over to Poppy and picked her up. Poppy started screaming at the top of her lungs and kicking her little legs. Robin was yelling something over her yelling that sounded something like, "WE TOLD YOU IMMEDIATLY!! DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT IMMEDIATLY MEANS??? MAYBE WE SHOULD SIC THE EATERS ON YOU! WOULD YOU LIKE THAT, HUH? WOULD YOU LIKE THAT MS. MARKS??!!" Poppy started screaming, "Nooooo!!" and tears started to ran down her cheeks. Then back up came. Poppy was throwing them off her like they were just flies. Then Robin got a glass bottle with bugs that looked like leeches. She threw one of them on Poppy and then she started screaming bloody murder and fell to the ground. The scientists picked her up and hauled her out of there. The giant door shut with a deafening sound. The rest of the little kids looked pretty shaken up. The older kids were used to it, though. It always happened whenever someone was going to get some more tests. Imprint

Publication Date: 11-08-2010

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