Page 37 of Love Sick

Alanna moved me because no doubt, she found out that Luna has escaped and she’s afraid Luna will come back and wreak havoc.

I exhale in relief.

But that’s short-lived because now I have no idea where Luna is, or whereIam. I also have no idea what Alanna has up her sleeve.

“You’re awake,” the devil says happily as she enters my room.

I don’t reply and watch as she retrieves a syringe from her pocket. Again, I’m completely desensitized to her jabbing me with shit, I don’t even flinch when she injects the needle into my IV.

“It’s antibiotics. I want you better as soon as possible.”

“Why? So you can try and revive Jonathan? Pretty sure that ship has sailed.”

“I want you to finish your masterpiece.”

“Excuse me?”

She smiles happily, brushing the hair from my brow. I turn my cheek, but she clearly doesn’t read the room. “I know you want that too. There’s a piano in the other room. I got it just for you.”

What in the ever-living fuck is going on?

“So, you want me to finish my song and then what? Cut out my heart to say thanks?”

Alanna sighs, taking a seat in the ragged chair near my bed. A puff of dust, and probably asbestos, fills the room. “I’m not sure what I want to do yet.”

Well, this is…progress? Has she finally come to her senses?

“This will be your greatest concert to date.”

“Concert?”

Alanna nods. “I want all my colleagues to know I was the muse behind your work of art.”

“Colleagues? What is going on?”

Alanna crosses her legs, flashing her black stilettos. “There’s been some interest among the medical board about the success of your transplant and when they found out who you were, they were adamant you were to play for them at the Medical Annual Gala.”

I look at her, waiting for the punch line. But that’s it.

She’s fucking serious.

That’s the reason for the surgery. She can’t parade me around like a prized poodle if I look as bad as Jonathan. What would the medical board think if she wheeled me out and sat me behind the piano with a broken leg and oh, a missing fucking heart?

I have a sneaking suspicion her reputation has been questioned, which is why the change of heart. I suddenly hate that phrase.

She probably didn’t take that into consideration when she did a transplant on someone whose name you can find on Google ’cause I’m “famous.”

“And your parents will be there.”

I honestly hadn’t given much thought about them because they’re the reason I was committed in the first place. No doubt, Alanna has liaised with them and assured my safety and they believed her, because why wouldn’t they?

This tale is so fucked up, I wouldn’t believe it if I wasn’t living it.

There’s a giant elephant in the room, which is not Jonathan the corpse, but rather Luna. I thought Alanna moved location because she learned of Luna’s escape, but maybe I was wrong.

This has definitely changed the course of direction because playing in front of people means I have the chance to tell them what Alanna did, and the atrocities that take place at Parkfields.

Alanna surely knows I won’t remain quiet, so the question is, what does she have as collateral?

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