Emmaline Rose, Part II
She said it first. She said it all with a smile. It wasn’t one of those straight-off-the-magazine-cover type smiles, but it was better. Better because it was real.
I don’t know why they picked her first. Maybe that smile was too much of a beacon for them, like a too-white headlight in your eyes in the middle of a dark road.
She was in my chem class. I was stupid enough to want to be a doctor, and she was smart enough to become a pharmacist.
Come to think of it, maybe that’s why they got her first. Taking the drugs out of medicine is like taking the bullets out of a gun. All it leaves you with is the knives.