How to save a Mary

Mary sulterman was born into the JBC clan, the aesthetically advanced clan. Adorned for their genetically engineered silhouette and perfectly altered looks . Mary was the way everyone of them was. Perfect.

Deep blue green eyes that managed to stay dilated enough to conjure up feelings wherever she went. Small nose, deep brown skin with golden flickers, dark wavy hair and soft plump lips. You wouldn't even be able to look away if you tried to. That is how they were made to be . That's the thing about perfect people.

Sometimes I feel like their life was made up for them. A life that was experimental, a way to know what would happen to a human being if you give them everything.

And that was it! Everything!

Her shinny life, her beautiful face, her seemingly perfect family , her boyfriend . What if it was all taken away.

But how it's not as if anything could happened to her. If she got broke more Mooney would be given to her, if she wanted more life , she would just take one of those really expensive life pills that everyone in panmalco saved up for. She probably had a million and one of them for everyday that she made a bad decision. Not like you would need that much amount of pills.

So why was I sitting here having all her thoughts in my head. Why was everything she is thinking at the moment resonating in my head at the moment. Why is she thinking so much.

I swallow another hard pill of ibuprofen, the third one in an hour. For some reason, my headache has persisted longer than I had anticipated and it was way scarier than I thought. It felt like the more I swallowed these painkillers the slower I got, the quieter my brain got and the louder Mary's thoughts in my head got. It was like some one was playing a really horrible video of her in my head, for some reason.

I need some air, but I just got home like 2 hours ago I'm about to scream to myself! And who knows where Lane could be, he could literally be hiding in the bushes or something looking for a way to kill me again.

No way was I giving him the chance Russo find me and kill me again.

But... this headaches!