I placed the tight rubber gloves on my clammy hands. My assistant was prepping the woman on the bed. She was having strong cramps. I knew this lady. She brings back so many guilty memories and I couldn't help but think that I slept with her about 9 months ago. However she was a married woman... Could her unborn child have my blood running through it veins. I stretched open her wide vaginal cavity. I could see the brown hair, I have brown hair. Nonsense, Jeremy it could not be your child. As I pulled the babyout of Meghan's vagina its bloody body reached into my soul. I couldn't help it. It had blue eyes like mine. I didn't care if it wasn't my child. I grabbed the morphine injection in my clammy gloved hands. I could not live with my self if it ws my child. I injected the morphine into the child. "I'm sorry miss, your child didn't make it." The woman did not react. She instead laughed it off. My assistant walked over to me. She smiled at me and took the morphine injection. The baby's body lay on the wet hospital bed. "Would you guys like a cappuccino?" asked the assistant Whittle-Kiny. We all nodded and continued into the guest lounge to watch 'That 70's Show' while drinking our cappuccino.

 What is happening? I woke up... I was sitting in a room with mirrors all around me. I was in a simulation. Stupid Tris, Four will never love you now. But Edward might, oh how I love that sparkly vampire. I am afraid this is all just a nightmare.

"I plead not guilty," said Helen. Although everyone knew she was responsible for murdering all those children at the Primary School.