Mako's Message: This is not what I intended to write. When I got to the end of this though, it just... felt finished. Continuing felt weird, and re-writing it would take away the impact, I felt, so here it is. It works as an intro, which is what it was always supposed to be. However, now I HAVE to write more, instead of just maybe writing more if I felt like it.
"So, what made you want to switch doctors?"
"The last one was starting to piss me off."
"Well, I have his notes here, but if you don't mind I'd like to ask you some general questions. Get to know you for myself. Is that okay?"
"Would you tell me about your parents?"
"I'm sorry to hear that. Would you tell me how it happened?"
"My mother committed suicide while she was pregnant with me. My Daddy died in the line of duty."
"That certainly is tragic. When did your father die?"
"When I was eleven."
"And who raised you after that? Grandparents? An Aunt or an Uncle?"
"His partner, Marcus."
"Can you tell me about him?"
"He was a cop. A good one. He's dead too."
"I see. Do you have any else close to you? A boyfriend, perhaps?"
"I did. He died."
"...I have a roommate."
"Are you two close?"
A pistol was held in shaking hands, a look of mixed panic and rage on the wielders face, pointed at a girl who was too shocked to be scarred, "How did you find it? How!"
"You... you said I could borrow some of your art supplies. I was..I was just trying to put them back and I knocked the box off the shelf. It just fell open... I was just trying to put it back. I swear."
The holder of the gun, another girl, no older than the one on the floor, lunged forward and grabbed the girl by the hair and pressed the gun into her face, "Just fell open? Do you think I'd just leave something like that unlocked!"
"It's the truth! I swear!" tears were starting to run down her face, "I won't tell anyone. Your secrets safe."
The rage in her eyes only intensified, though the panic started to fade.
"Please. Mindy," the girl spoke, her voice trembling, "I thought we were friends."
And then Mindy froze. Her eyes widened as if she suddenly realized just what it was she was doing, and who she was doing it to. Her grip slowly started to loosen and, hands still shaking, she turned the guns safety on and then let it fall to the floor. She gulped then said, "Cayla... I... I didn't... I am so, so, sorry."
"It's okay. I'm okay. You didn't hurt me," Cayla said, wrapping her arms around Mindy, who was now trembling like a leaf in a windstorm as the horror of what she almost did hit her full force.
Cayla helped Mindy to her feet, and supported her as they walked into the kitchen, "It's okay. I'm okay. You're okay. Let's get you some tea."
Mindy barely managed to choke back the sobs as she nodded her head. The purple jumpsuit, with matching wig and cape, lay forgotten on the bedroom floor behind them.
"Yeah. We're pretty close. She's... she's my best friend."
"That's good. Everyone needs someone to support them."
"Yeah. Yeah they do."