Shooting down santa (Emmets side)

I once again appologize for the wiered size of font and the lay out. I have tried to correct it but it just throws a paddy. Maybe i could sugest A magnafying glass? Sorry

Shooting down Santa

“So then where are we off to now?” I asked Mi trying to pull a happy smile across my face and making the offer of my company sound as tempting as possible because if she accepted it I wouldn’t have to inform her that my offer of company was actually something she couldn’t refuse. Weather it was right or wrong I had took the decision to raise Mi’s observations for a short while. “The others are probably in the lounge watching the soaps on the TV, Of course some might be in there rooms reading. Or there’s board games and crafty things down stares we could have a crack at. I don’t mind What do you like to do in the evenings?” I asked trying to give some instruction on what evenings in the unit where actually like and believe me I tried to make them more exciting then they actually where.

“What … I mean… What do you mean we?” Mi asked confused at the same time crushing the hope in me that I was going to be saved from having to crush her again. I didn’t want to crush her but I did want to do what was right for her, and more then anything in the world I wanted to keep her safe. Even if that meant protecting her from her self.


“Mi I have put you onto Amber Obs for an hour. It’s a constant observation. A member of staff will have to be with you at all times for the next hour. Watching you, and seems I’m on your obs that person is me. I essentially have to be weather you are.” Mi’s face now looked like I had shot down the tooth fair and the Easter bunny as well. All I would have to do now was announce that Mickey mouse was a man dressed up in a costume and I could of got my pitch fork out and descended to hell as the devil himself. I wanted to cry again.


“Oh come on!” Mi suddenly snapped as the deep despair on her face morphed into anger which caused my hand to inch towards RRA that glowed on my wrist before I reconsidered. Anger wasn’t neserceraly a bad thing. At least she was feeling something and letting it out rather then locking it up somewhere inside of her.

“Mi your going to hate me by the time the night shift comes on this evening.” I sighed and the look on Mi’s face dropped like a child’s face would if I went up to them on Christmas Eve and announced that Santa clause wasn’t real, I also felt as bad too. “I mean what the hell do you think I’m going to do!” “It’s not like I can do anything to my self! I was searched on arrival remember?” Mi snapped her face turning red.” I mean come on she took the belt off of my dressing gown! What else could happen? I mean wouldn’t it be just awful if I got a horrible disfiguring scar! Oh I forgot I all ready have one of those any way. I am ugly, I am fat! Which your all intent on making me fucking fatter! I have no use of one of my arms and, and I fucking hate my self. So I try to kill my self and I can’t even do that right, then to top it all off I end up here.” Mi roared clutching the bench below her so tight with the one hand she could that the fingers went a shiny white colour and her chest rose and fell unsteadily as she tried to get enough air back into her tiny body.


“Oh Mi Moo I wish I could make you feel better.” I said gently trying to offer any little comfort to her that I could, but I got the complete opposite. For the briefest Of seconds Mi looked up at me before her face lost all colour and her body swayed on the doctors bench.


“Mi, are you feeling…?” but there was no time to ask the question before her eyes flickered shut and her body went limp while toppling forward off of the hospital bed towards the floor.
“Mi!” I yelled once more shocked before I pulled my self together and as quick as lightning shot forward to catch her lifeless body in my arms.