Cyanophobia Pt 2

Two weeks later...

Megan sat in a cold metal folding chair, staring at the woman seated across from her. There was a equally cold metal table between them and a constant draft of cold air wafted into the dull gray room. She shifted uncomfortably; staring at the straight jacket they had strapped her in.

"Hello Megan," the woman said softly, smiling what she thought was a comforting smile. In reality it irritated Megan, making her want to scratch the smile off the lady's face. "My name is Aimee, and I'm your doctor. I want to ask you a couple of questions and then I'll let you go back to your room and rest. Okay?"

Megan nodded stiffly, giving the woman an emotionless look. Aimee was dressed in all black, covering every inch of her skin except for her face. She had dark brown eyes and brown hair

"Do you remember anything that happened with your parents' death?" Aimee asked sympathetically. Megan's eyes welled up with tears but she shook her head in denial. She didn't remember anything. "How about with Clay, the paramedic?" Aimee insisted.

"I didn't do it. I don't remember anything," Megan said in a monotone voice.

"Megan..." Aimee began, but she was cut off.

"No. I don't want your pity," Megan snapped. "Just because I can't remember what happened doesn't mean I killed them. I don't want to talk to you anymore, just let me go back to my room. I'm not some freak you can question whenever you feel like it."

Smiling agreeably, Aimee motioned for the guards to return Megan to her room. She would just wait a little bit and talk to her later. Aimee was determined to get to the bottom of Megan's fear. She needed to know why blue was such a big deal because then she might have a chance at curing Megan.

For the next couple of weeks, Aimee would meet with Megan on Tuesdays and Thursdays, talking about simple things and occasionally about her family. Megan still didn't remember anything and she didn't know why she had such an aversion to blue. All she knew was that the mere mention of it made her palms sweat and her body achy.

After about a month of meeting and talking with each other, Aimee decided that the straight jacket could be removed. She trusted that Megan wasn't going to hurt her because she had made sure to eliminate everything remotely close to blue.

A month after that Aimee came up with an idea to get to the bottom of Megan's case. She smiled when Megan was led into the room and tied to the metal folding chair with soft ropes. "Hello Megan," she said.

"Hi Aimee," Megan said softly.

Aimee shuffled some papers around and cleared her throat. "I want to try something different today." She tapped her pen a couple times before setting it down and leaning forward slightly. "You know," Aimee remarked casually. "My eyes are actually blue." Megan visibly flinched, but refused to look at her. "I put contacts in so that you couldn't tell, but I don't think you'll hurt me." She leaned her head back and removed both of the brown contacts. "Look at me Megan, I trust you."

Megan blinked slowly, before turning her head to glance at Aimee. Her eyes narrowed and she clenched her fists, letting out a low hiss.

"It's still me, Megan," she said soothingly. "Nothing has changed."

"Blue," Megan hissed, starting to breathe harshly. "I have to fix the blue."

"Why?" Aimee asked. "What's wrong with blue?" She hoped that by provoking Megan with blue, she could get to the bottom of her irrational fear.

"It's blue!" Megan moaned. "I have to make it better. I have to make it go away, to save you."

"Why? I'm not hurt, I'm perfectly fine."

"She was too," Megan insisted, straining at her bonds. "Then she died, because of the blue. Her lips were blue and her eyes turned blue then her whole face turned blue. I couldn't save her, the blue took over!" she was crying angrily at this point and yelling at Aimee, begging her to see reason.

Aimee glanced down at Megan's file, looking for anything that would make sense with what Megan was saying. She saw a note that Megan's parents had given birth to another child at the same time that Megan was born, a twin sister. She had died from choking when she and Megan were three years old.

"Are you talking about your sister?" Aimee whispered soothingly.

Megan stopped tugging at her bonds and glared angrily at Aimee. "I couldn't save her," she said in a low voice. "But I'll save you, I'll save you from the blue." With that, she launched to her feet, taking the chair with her. Aimee tried to scramble from her chair, but she wasn't fast enough and Megan swung the chair around to hit Aimee in the side.

"Megan," Aimee screamed, "I'm fine!" The bonds had loosened on Megan's arms, allowing her to use her arm to pin Aimee down. She sat on her chest and grabbed the nearby pen.

"I'm saving you," she said confidently. "Let me save you. I have to before the blue kills you!" With that, she drew her arm back and thrust the pen into Aimee's right eyeball, grinning savagely when it made a satisfying squelching noise. She twisted it a couple times before pulling it out and doing the same to the other eye. Megan blocked out Aimee's cries and kept pushing the pen in over and over again, until all the blue was gone.

Megan sat back on her haunches, smiling evilly as people filed into the room, pulling her off of Aimee's body and forcing her into a straight jacket. She looked at the man leading her out of the room and grinned. "I saved her," she crooned. "I saved her from the blue."

THE END

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does that answer all your questions? lol.  

i am so twisted sometimes i think there must be something wrong with me....ah well :D