The Pleasure of Nobody by Crystal Fox (books to read in your 20s female txt) 📕

invested in the hospital, we are having more and more people each day from the plague." a males voice said. The surgeon and doctor sat on the other side of the table sipping out of their fine china tea cups.

"I will, don't worry, what is the death rate today, who where the latest to go into your facility?" I asked them. The doctor licked his lips and then sighed. Sat right up in his chair then folded his hands in his lap.

"Today fifty two, yesterday-"

"No only today please." I said. Then stroked my thumb over my lower lip, tracing the scar I had that ran from my left eye, down to my throat, then extended to my waist. This scar causes me to be partially blind, I can only see what they look like, and I can see there soul. If there lying, if there nervous, happy. I can see there true self's. People wjo knew me well, knew not to think about certain thoughts around me, not only can I see

"The list today has around seven more people coming in sick. All most all are the children that attend the school. Um the names, John- um John something I do not remember right now. Libby Rachel, Michael Seen, Sarah Seen, Mary Ann Vince," he stopped their and looked up at me, they all looked up at me.

"Mary?" I asked. Then stood up. A breathing healthy child my mother bore, my little sister. A baby. The look on my face must have been aggressive. The all started to lean back in there nice chairs away from me, I know I am a an awful person to be around, I have a mood to kill something at all times, and was sitting in my chair thinking up ten thousand ways to kill Sir Prince Jamquithe Andermenso. I need to kill to get my inner frustration out side of me. I should kill now. Though I will not, not yet.

"My lord do not go there it is full-"

"Be quite," I shouted, in such a stern voice the walls of the room seemed to gasp in shock. Marching out of the room I ordered Vane to finish the meeting for me and my men to come with me to the hospital.

The ride was not long, so I took a longer way, I rode to get out my frustration. To get out my furry. To be full of nothing when I see Mary. I know in my heart I will not need to feel as I see her. our hearts would not be able to take it.

We arrived and I looked at the outside of the place. With all the money we put into this, I could hope for it to look better, clean and nice. The outside was stone that had been imported for a great sum of money, it use to be a pretty white. But now it was a faded white that had ivory climbing up the side of the building with molded and poison ivy.

The doors opened to a large room with a few chairs and round filthy wooden table. One of my guards ran their fingers on the surface of the table and looked at all the dust that his skin had collected.

"Gabriel, this is uncalled for. What are you going to do about it?" he asked me, shaking his hand to get off all the dirt.

"Find Mary first, then fire the doctor, don't let me forget to look for the best doctor in the country to replace him." I said. They both laughed at the thought of getting rid of him. The man who had been there to deliver there children and take care of then while sick, no longer here. That is interesting.

We all walked up to a nurse who looked tired and hungry, even though she was over weight.

"Do you know where Mary Ann Vince is?" I asked her.

" You can't be here," then out of know where told me," Go down the hall and to the left, talk to the lady at the stairs and tell her where you are going and she will give you a mask to put on, do not take it off. You will find her at the front of the room, first bed, to the right." then she walked off after looking at my guard, Phil, in a sultry way.

We got past the old woman and into the room. It was nasty and dirty with a lot of sick children lying in beds with unclean sheets, just laying their to die. I wonder how many of them quit fighting at this point and just gave up, how many just excepted it by now. How long did it take to rip the hope and joy from a child's heart and turn it to misery that you can see it in their eyes that they truly want to die, and with every look they give you it is as though they are silently begging you to take it all away.

She was at the end of the room on a small bed with no blanket on her and a grey blood stained night gown on. My men and I went to her side. I took her baby hand in mine and laced my fingers through as i brought it up to my cursed mouth and kissed it, she looked at me when she felt my lips, smiled with a weak and loving smile, she looked like this brought her pain but she held her smile, she held her breath. Maybe from the pain of the movement, maybe from the pain she has all over.

"I am going to make it all better, Mary you do know that right? I have never left you alone or let you fall with out me putting up a war for you to win. Even if i can't fight this one for you, I am still you best and most loyal fighter you will ever have." I scoped her up into my arms and she grunted as I lifted her from the hard bed, I could feel the indention on her back from the mattress, one of my fingers traced the shape, it felt like a cross. God save her, I begged, I love you and only try to please you, I have never asked for anything. Though in this moment I will ask of you one thing, take away her pain, if saving her is taking her from this world and making her your angel, then so be it, just please do not make her suffer. Amen.

We had a hard time getting her out of the room, all the children cried as they watched her being taken away, one girl cried for me to go get her mother for her, another to tell his father he loved him. All the heartbreaking commands I can never obey, said by the children of the innocent, and the only ones who ever truly felt pain.
Ivy

Ivy

The black sky was a lighter color now, more of a grey color now. The sound of nature shadows around me. The feeling of hatred from the earth gives me a since of unloving. The feeling of not being. This time in my life means to much to throw away and I feel this every day, there is a places in my life's history that will happen very soon, maybe it is to happen now. I hate feeling, if I was numb it would have been and easier life for me. I would have been able to have a life that was peaceful and I could be regular. With emotions it feels like the world is the very rotting hell that makes me crave to get through with a sweet taste at the end of just one day. I hear the rustling of leaves on the ground. I sat in the middle of a dozen trees. Holding my breath for my Gabriel to come and tell me what he needs to. When I turned around I thought I died.

A man with messy brown hair, little less than shoulder length, with a large muscular frame and twice my height. Walked towards me with strong strides and power. He looked at me, tears where on his face leaking out from his gray eyes. He had the same color of eyes I did. Only in one of his eyes. The other eye was blue. He had pouty lips and cries escaped them. I looked at his arms, so large and fearful, held a small little girl. No older than seven, who was very clearly extremely sick.. Her hair fallen back over his arm, her breathing was very hallow, shallow. As if any breath would be her last. She looked so pale it scared me.

He stopped in front of me, looking at my eyes and following them to her. "I told you to meet me here but I didn't have any intention to bring her here 'til a little while ago, I had a much different meaning to come," he told me. his voice rough from the raw tears.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked in the smallest voice I could. I didn't want to scare her. I already knew what was wrong, I just wanted something to say to him.

"She is sick?"

"Why did you bring her then? Take her to the hospital," I shouted. "She needs treatment or medicine, that's what you do when some one is sick. Take them to get better." I am sure that is what you do, I would not know I for one have never been sick or broken, physically. On the inside, I have the plague, a dying black body, with bruised eyes and grey skin, I would be skinny and my hair would be straight and fragile,

"I think you can help me though I do not know for sure," he admitted in a