Primrose Complex, Chapter 3

After a month, I had made progress. I still adore Delta Nine, and I've read almost all the books so far. Nick loves them, almost as much as he loves the Hunger Games.

Oh, God...the Hunger Games. They're good, but they've made life weirder than...I guess, 'normal' here. Nick was as depressed as Alistair. He kept mumbling and would look at me weird. He refused to tell me why, all he would do is shake his head and act traumatized.

Alistair, on the other hand, was extremely happy. He would laugh, and smile, and just act like...well, like JC.

She acted as though he had never been a jerk before, just opening up and letting him in. She did, however, 'turn into' a horse for one day. They gave her a carrot that they had cut a hole in and hidden her medicine within. By the end of the night, she was human again.

 We talked some nights. One night, she woke me up to ask a question.

 "Primmy, why are you sad?" She asked.

"I..." I paused and tried to think up a plausible answer as I turned onto my back. Emily and I had been working on the same thing. She discovered with me that my first bad experience that I truly remember was when Mom asked me to lie. I told her that it was about his birthay party. Thankfully, she believed me.

"I don't get why you be sad," she pouted, "If you can't think of a reason!"

I smiled at the ceiling, keeping my eyes shut, "I'll try hard to be happier, alright?"

As I peeked an eye open, I saw her nod, resolutely, "Yep. I loves you, but I want you to leave. You can't live here forevers!"

"What about you?" I asked. She never seemed to want to leave.

"I'm happy hear. You aren't."





That's the main reason I had to try to get better, for a while. JC's strange behavior wasn't at all as annoying as I had anticipated. In fact, I was warming up to her, quickly. But I still wanted out. The second reason I wanted to get out of there...it's sort of a long story. I'll try to tell it, anyway.

I was allowed on the internet in my second week, and found Delta Nine's fansite. It was a forum, really. One particular post truly bothered me. It was a fanfiction titled "Delta Nine's True Identity." God, it's horrible!

This crazy girl who goes by a color, a COLOR, decided to make a story where, get this...Raliq Kain(the author) is Delta Nine's son. And Delta came back into Raliq's life. I couldn't believe it! I mean, there's some stuff that just sounds stupid and that was one of them.


Why would Delta Nine let Raliq write the story, if that were the case?! He wouldn't! Letting his own son write about his spy adventures, I'm assuming, would get him in big trouble with the SIA!

Whatever. The important part is the comment I read.

"So, while I appreciate your creativity, I don't believe it's very realistic. I mean, if Delta Nine was truly real, and related to Raliq, I doubt he would have let Raliq publish the books."

I replied to that comment, "Very true. That's exactly what I was thinking."

And that's how I met Parker. For the last two weeks, I've become close to him. He's amazing. He's better than any other guy I've ever met, and he doesn't even want anything like sex. He just wants love, and although I only knew him for two weeks, I want to be the one to give him the love he deserves.

Currently, I'm talking to him. I want to be able to find him, when I leave here, so I asked him for his last name. Just in case.

"Parker Kain," he replied, a few moments later.

"You're related to Raliq, then?" I wondered, why hadn't he told me? I could figure, maybe he didn't want me to only talk to him because of his connections? Still, though, why would he even be on the site if he's related to Raliq freaking Kain?


"I am, but I haven't seen the family since Kaliq was a baby. We lost contact, I haven't been able to track them down yet," he replied, this time much quicker than before.

"Raliq* lol :)" I corrected him.

"Yeah, Raliq is what I meant."

I had to go to dinner and then group therapy after that, so I logged off the computer after a quick goodbye.

"We have some big news," Emily said excitedly when everyone was seated.

"What?" Alistair asked, practically bouncing.

"Cookies?" JC said cutely, just as excited as Alistair.

"Cookies sound good," Nick added, "Especially with a little World of Warcraft.

 "No World of Warcraft," Ambrose sighed, "Remember? You had to give up one game..."

"Yeah, but I thought it was only for a week..." Nick grumbled.

"I was there," Daniel interrupted, "It is most definitely for a month, minimum."

"But maybe cookies," Roslyn added.

"The big news, though," Emily said when she had a chance, "Is that Prim is leaving!"

I was shocked, "Why?"

"Your family said they needed you back home. Your aunt is sending a car to pick you up tomorrow morning.

I stood up, shocked. I had thought...why would they...I mean, they paid for this! I'm not even close to being fixed, I'm still seriously messed up! But...if I leave, I may be able to meet Parker!

As I reached the realization that this was most definitely good, JC spun me around and hugged me tightly.

"Yay!" She squeeled, "Did I help make you happy?"

I couldn't bare to break her heart and tell her that I didn't even if I was happy, so instead I told her that she did.

In the meeting, we talked a bit about my progress, and Emily told me that she would still be my therapist. I listened quietly as everyone went over their progress before it was time to go up to my room and pack.

JC followed me, in order to help me pack. When we got in the room, she hugged me tightly again.

"Imma miss you, Prim-prim," she whispered in my ear.

"I'll miss you too," I said, and as I said it, I realized it was the truth.

 In the morning, Emily showed me out. As we hugged, I whispered in here ear, "Please, Keep me up to date on all of them."

"I will," she whispered back, "I promise."

And then, I was gone.

*********

 I got home to find open arms. Mom and dad hugged me tightly, telling me how much they missed me.

"I love you," Mom said, "I always have and I always will."

Once the greetings were done, they brought me inside and showed me to my new room. It was their old one, but decked out with a computer, a chess table, a loft bed, and a sofa. They had me sit on the chair and stood on either side of me.

"We think we know why you did it," Mom said, "It's 'cause of the Goddess thingy."

 "Mom, you can't blame all my sadness on one little thing. That's just one point in my life," I told her. It was true, I think I'd be just as screwed up even if I didn't know. And as it turns out, if I have a power it must be weak, since they haven't figured out what it is.

 "No no no," Mom said, "Not the fact that you know...we think we figured out your power. Geoffrey and I think that you can yeal people. Like, you take away their pain. But you get it for yourself. We want to try something, though."

I could hardly grasp that they could have figured out their power, let alone stop mom before she pulled out the razor and slit her skin. She held in a wimper as the blood seeped onto her wrist warmer. I stared at the cut in confusion, as she stood there. What was she doing?

"Look in her eyes," Dad whispered.

I did as he said. After a few seconds, the cut was gone and there was hardly a sign, other than a small cut and a little blood on the wrist warmer.

"Amazing!" I gasped.

"Geoffrey?" Mom asked, ignoring the magical fact that I healed her.

"Yep," He said. He moved one of his hands to push up the other coat sleeve and show a small mysterious cut, in the same place and about the same thickness as Mom's.  

"So we were right. You can heal people physically, but the pain can't just disappear. Someone else gets it," Mom nodded to herself, "Maybe we're right about the last thing, too?"

"What last thing?" I asked.

 "We think that you might be able to control whether or not you heal someone, and how much," Dad explained.

"We think that now that you know what you're doing, you can control it. Now, try to make his cut less deap, but don't get rid of it," Mom said.

*********

 Just like in therapy, we made goals. I decided to become a doctor, if I can control my healing enough. I also learned more about my power, like that I can control how much I heal them, but I can't control who recieves the pain. I also learned to block myself from becoming emotionally damaged from looking in someone's eyes.

Don't worry, I'm not so obsessed with my power that I forgot about Parker. We talk almost every day. I told him my goals to become a doctor, and he said I reminded him of someone he knew. How cool is that?! Maybe that someone is Raliq's cousin or something!

I also contsantly email with Emily. She tells me about all of JC's antics, Nick's obsessions, and Alistair's moods. She says that Alistair has become a lot more mild, and that he's been on medicin, and he may be released soon.

I told her about my plans, too (of course, I told neither she nor Parker about the being-part-Goddess thing.) and about how much happier I am now.

And the day I turned 18 and graduated high school, I went to the hospital and applied for a job, as well as admission into their medical college.

I will, be God's good graces (and apparently, He, or They, are related to me, so they will probably help me) I will become a World Renowned Surgeon.

One day, my name will be known all around the world; Primrose Everdeen Complex.