Adopted by 5SOS

Chapter 24. Another One

Shiloh's POV
The days have been going by slowly. It's the third week of July now, and it's slowly inching closer to my procedure date. I've barely talked to the boys, it's been a month without talking, to be exact. I can't contact Logan to tell him that I want to break up, I feel bad whenever Drake is around me. "Good morning!" Drake chirped, standing in my doorway. I had showered earlier so now I was laying on my bed.

"You have a counseling session today." He confirmed, staring over at my calendar. "Yea, I have to go down in half an hour.. Just to spend seven more hours influenced by a drug." I complained, staring up at the ceiling. "Have you tried getting in touch with the boys?" He asked me, moving my legs so he could sit. "No, like I said. They're busy with tour." He rolled his eyes and walked over to the computer. "You're their daughter... They should be checking in on you. It's their job." He said, anger beginning to come out.

"Drake.. Their band comes first. They were a band before I came into their lives. They care, they just don't have the time to talk. I understand.." I murmured, this conversation making my mood go south. "Well they should have to make time. You're their child, their responsibility." He replied, watching me. "Are you forgetting? I'm in here, as of right now.. I am not their responsibility." I replied, taking his hand to help me up.

We walked into the hallway and I stopped short. "What's wrong?" Drake questioned as I stared at the floor. "I'm scared of the counseling session.. Afraid of what I might go through.." I whispered as he tilted my chin up. "You have nothing to be afraid of.. It'll be fast, alright?" He assured as we rode down the elevator to the second floor again. He left me outside the door, leaving me with a fast hug.

I sighed and walked in, wanting to get this over with. "Afternoon, Shiloh." The doctor said sternly, eyeing me as I went and laid down. "Let's just get this over with." I muttered, crossing my fingers together and over my stomach. I felt disgusting now that I was up to their ideal weight for the procedure. My goal weight of 80 was drifting farther and farther apart from view. My usual doctor- Dr. Norman- flicked the syringe once again as she walked closer. "Ready?" She questioned, looking down at me; smiling.

She was a bitch. Smiling because she knew that my procedure was just a few weeks away, and that she could finally deal with me not having emotions. My brain pattern still had more blue than red, but the percentages were kinda close. (Red is like all the happy emotions and blue was all the sad related ones.) Red had 30% and Blue had 40%. She brought the syringe closer and closer to my neck until it pierced through my skin. "Sweet dreams Shiloh." She whispered, getting up to leave. The last thing I saw was her blurry figure walking out the door.

My eyes opened up to an operating room. I was placed in the corner, watching someone be worked on. "Okay, hand me the forceps and the scalpel." The Dr. spoke, holding his hand out. The assistant handed him the items and he began to dig around the brain. No wonder people died, the Dr.'s didn't know what they were doing! I realized it was a girl lying on the table. "Here we are!" The Dr. chorused as he pulled out a piece of the brain and put it in a Petrie dish. The heart monitor the girl was hooked up to instantly began beeping radically. "We're losing her!" The assistant doctor yelled as the main doctor shrugged.

"Who cares? She's just another test subject." The doctor answered as the assistant gasped. "But sir.. This is the special case patient. This is Shiloh, case number 336! Professor said she couldn't die!" The assistant doctor yelled again as the heart monitor was slowing down. This person was me, I was on the operating table. This was a vision of the future.

I was going to die, on the operating table.

I was balling my eyes out in the corner of the operating room, watching as the doctors frantically tried to get me breathing, only because I was some special case. The machine flatlined and the sheet was pulled over my head. I was dead, the boys knew what went on here and now Drake would have to notify them. I don't want this, I don't want to die...yet. The doctors both sighed and walked out of the operating room. "We're gonna have to tell Professor P." Someone whispered as I watched them leave.

Why was I stuck in this vision this long... Unless.... No. No! I can't think I like that.. Can I? Was I dead? Did they trick me and bring up the procedure date to July? I floated through the door and found Drake, sitting at the table with all the other staff. "We're having a staff meeting today. We have news for Professor Peculiar." The doctor from the OR spoke from a seat near the head of the table.

A man walked in, and everyone stood. "Professor." They all chorused and than sat, watching him with pride. I knew Drake was putting on an act. "Hello everyone, how's everyone's day going?" Professor asked and everyone responded at once.

This was a like a fricken cult.

"Uh.. Professor..." The doctor from my surgery trailed off as the Professor turned to look at him. "Yes, Nesbit?" I nearly choked on my own spit as my eyes bulged out of my head. No wonder he looked familiar!!! He was the doctor from the hospital, the one that checked on me after I was rescued from my father. "Um, we just finished the procedure on Shiloh Irwin." He mumbled, barely audible as the Professor cleared his throat. "You know I don't like mumblers. Speak up." Professor ordered as Dr. Nesbit looked up.

"She didn't make it... She died in the OR." Everyone at the table gasped in shock and then looked at Professor. "Well, we'll just have to do better next time then." Professor confirmed and then they continued on with the meeting as I was pulled from the vision. I woke up, back in my room... Drenched in sweat but no vomit. "Hey, how ya feeling?" Drake asked, walking over holding a cup of water.

"I have to get out of here sooner than the procedure date. I die." I said, me staring off into space as Drake sat down. "What?" He questioned, confusion crossing his features. "I saw the whole thing.. What they do during the procedure.. I was the girl on the operating table.. I didn't survive the operation. I DON'T survive the operation. A-and this Professor guy.. He runs the whole thing. This place is like a cult.. You were in the meeting also, and you acted like everyone else. It was strange.. Like the whole staff was caught under a trance..." I trailed as Drake stood.

"M-maybe I should get you another glass of water... Maybe it's since you had another session." Drake commented as he walked out of my room. I heard a scream come from the bathroom and ran into the hall. I followed the noise and burst through the doors. "There!" A girl yelled, pointing to the corner. I slowly walked over and peered behind the sink.

Another one, another person dead. They weren't just dying in here because of the procedures..

The kids in this place were killing themselves; preventing them from getting the procedure.

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A/N: reason not doing picture...

None go good with point right now!

Maddie <3