Angelina's

Next day I got myself an incredible desire to knife my head off. It was hurting so much I thought the world was going to end. One of my maids called saying that she woke up sick too, out of the blue. It wasn't some incurable disease in her case, just a flu. I spend more than 3 hours in my bed staring at the ceiling thinking about nothing. Thats when I've got an idea: if nobody on Earth could help me, maybe someone out of it could.

I didn't even bother to dress; in my pijamas I went to the bathroom and unlocked the only lockable drawer I had in my room. There I found antique magazines, photographs, random objects and toys. Lego characters, to be more specific. I'm used to building people I miss, like my father, and the friends I wish I had.

It is incredible how each Arian has his own power. I can transform objects (like statues, sculptures and toys) into real life stuff - real creatures with feelings and a brain. They had their own personalities but I could control a little bit of it. Barbie was the first one I had actually talked to, she was a pretty doll with blonde hair and pink dress. Oliver has bought Barbie in a store when his job was to convince me I was like him: an Arian, a mutation, a weirdo. The last but not least favorite toy was Lego William Grey, my secret love crush when I was 15 years old. It was funny to remember the past! At least there I could talk to Barbie and William all the time I wanted. Now the things I created were controlled. They were not welcomed by Oliver anymore because he had said I had "real people" to talk to whenever I needed.

I held the toys firmly inside my hand and counted until 5. Then I dropped fast so they could be at least 3 feet of distance.

Barbie and William looked at me sadly (they become alive already knowing what is going on). She said "I think you should consider marrying Oliver"; while he said "Are sure it wouldn't be better to drop it and live downstairs?"

"Living downstairs?" I shook my hands at William, "are you crazy? The last thing I want is to go there again; the last thing I want is facing Sebastian Castle! And marrying Oliver?" Now I turned to Barbie, "I think this is even more impossible."

They both shrugged shoulders at the same time: "So we don't know."

I sat on the floor, cursing under my breath. If they could not help, nobody would. I was a prisoner of my own body -how was I supposed to protect me from myself?

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Sebastian's

Do you know the feeling of not knowing if you're happy or sad? The kind of moment that you look around and see that everything should still be the same, but something changed? I was not feeling comfortable around my own partners, my own room, my own job. People's faces came and went, injuries opened and closed, treated and stitched, and the more I lived the more I wanted to go away from that. Happy? Happy that Snowfields was not going to be father, happy that Kennedy was smiling even more, happy that the chocolate portion raised up to 4 grams. Sad? Sad because Snowfields was still making Angelina's mind, sad because Kennedy was moving in a week, sad because the chocolate tasted like butter.

While Angelina and all the rest were happy with the way Oxygen was held, I didn't like the idea of being controlled by such dishonest person such as Oliver Snowfields. At the same time I could not give him reasons to end up my life himself; I didn't want anyone to be able to fire me - I wanted to quit myself. Nobody would miss me, nobody would give a s*** about Sebastian Castle. Billy could handle my patients. Novgorod could handle his wife. Angelina could handle her choices.

Living is a choice, isn't it?

I opened my closet, my case, my bathroom sink. I was sure that I had a gun hidden somewhere. A bullet across my skull, nobody would care. A gaze around the room to see that I had searched every corner of it except the old box of shoes that I used as garbage. The only thing I found were papers and an old pen.

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Angelina's

I put some makeup to cover the pimple that had grown over my forehead, as if I was back to 16. My plans were to run as fast as I could to Bridgette's room and hide there even though we were not friends. I was okay with the idea that I had no friends since a long time.

It was dark already, I hoped she was in her room because sometimes she would work late; even if she was I would stay waiting in her bed, I bet it smells good there. But when I put my feet outside I knew that something was wrong. There was sand on the hall. Footsteps of dirt, from my door to the nearest elevator. And then on my right I saw a vase with flowers resting on the corner. Our gardeners were not supposed to grow real flowers on the yard, flowers were useless and wasted water and time; so I didn't know where those have came from, and Alek would never let a dirty gardener walk on our floor. Something was wrong, and I could tell by the format of its petals: they were not normal flowers, they were purple Aubrietas.

Sebastian.