The Perfect Friend

Chapter 1: The Start1

There are some parts of people that you like, whether it is their eyes, legs, hair or body. Nobody's perfect, but what if you could take those parts and put the together, would they not make The Perfect Friend?2

"The perfect friend would be someone you can trust, someone who'll listen and understand you and not harass you, that's the perfect friend."3

"And that's what you're looking for, Luna?" Dr. Kacken asked.4

"Yes..." She was silent as she stared at his hands, "You have lovely hands," She said.5

Luna stared, mesmerized by the hands. 6

"Thank you, Luna, this will conclude today's session, I'll see you next week?" He stated but Luna didn't blink, "Luna, are you okay?"7

"Huh, what? Yea I'm alright, thank you, Doctor, This is really helping me."8

"You're Welcome, Luna, bye."9

Luna walked out of the room, glancing at the people surrounding her,10

"They're beautiful," She thought to herself, "They're perfect, perfect legs, lovely hair and a cute nose, but they all shun me because of my deformity," She claimed, holding the left side of her, horribly scared face, she thought back to when she first heard the news,...11

"I'm afraid that the virus has spread to the face, we must remove the skin and retrieve the virus," The doctor informed.12

"How will this affect her? Will she loose her sight?" Her father asked.13

"It's not entirely impossible, with surgery, of any kind, there are always risks involved, but if we don't perform it, it is highly possible for her to loose much more than her sight." He replied. She was rushed to the room, flashing lights blinding her. 14

"Put this over your mouth and count backwards from 10" The doctor said. 10 9 8..7...6....15

"Luna, wake up"16

As she slowly opened her eyes she saw a bright light with dark figures leaning in, "How are you feeling?" Her mom asked. She tried to speak but passed out, hearing only murmurs as she slipped into a deep sleep.17

She awoke from her past memories as she reached her door, there was blood seeping through the cracks below the door, dark blood and she felt it. It was still warm; she reached for the knob..."Should I open it?" She asked herself, "Am I ready for the outcome of what might have happened?" She twisted the knob, slowly, she began to pull the door open as it reached it's forth creak she dropped to her knees at the unbearable sight of her mothers head lying next to the grandfather clock and her fathers on the pendulum. A faint scream escaped her sealed mouth. 18

She stood in awe of what lies in front of her. “After all I’ve done for you,” She started looking up at the sky, “This is how you show your love for me! By taking all I’ve ever had!” She screamed. She fell to her knees in tears, “Why? Why do you do this to me?” She hung her head in sorrow; one that only an orphan may fathom. She laid in a fetal position reflecting on her life, “18,” she mumbled, “18 years and what do I have to show for it? No friends and now no family. I guess I’ll just have to make a companion.19