


One Shots

by KatelenaThorn



Category: Unwind
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2014-05-29
Updated: 2014-05-29
Packaged: 2014-08-18 08:41:03
Rating: T
Chapters: 2
Words: 655
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10388992/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/5363731/KatelenaThorn
Summary: A series of one shots from many perspectives.





	1. Chapter 1 Charlie

**Charlie**

Charlie was a good girl. Good grades, good friends, and uninterested in boys. She was always sensible and rarely dabbled in anything that would upset authority. When she did, (no one is perfect) she was quick to apologize. She was in no way the sort of girl to be unwound.

It was much of a different story for her sister. Charlie was ashamed that she had such a sister as Lauren. But it wasn't much matter because Lauren wasn't her _real _sister. She was a dirty stork who, frankly, should have never been born.

Apparently, Charlie was not the only one with such thoughts. Her parents had signed the unwind order a week ago, and good riddance. Lauren was a disgrace to the family, with her drugs and vandalism. Not to mention her greasy drum-playing boyfriend who she was constantly tongue-kissing while poor Charlie lay witness.

Why couldn't Lauren be like Charlie? Why couldn't she just fallow the rules? She could be better than this, Charlie knew that. But she chose not to be, and that is what disgusted Charlie the most.

So Lauren will be unwound, and Charlie will finally be able to rest at night knowing that her parents did the right thing. It's better this way, Lauren will save lives this way, instead of ruining them like she's done all her life. Yes, this is the logical thing to do.

Someone so unwanted is better off divided and made useful... right?


	2. Chapter 2 Daniel

**Daniel**

I was sitting in the sofa when the door bell rang. I was playing a hand-held video game and had no intention of getting up anytime soon, but unfortunately I was the only one home. When I rolled my eyes and walked to the door, I had no idea what lay beyond, that my life would change.

I opened the door and my heart stopped. Sitting there was a small wrinkled baby. To small for even a new born. My first reaction was to panic. I looked down at this little sleeping baby who could possibly need a hospital by the size of it. I had a choice.

I could pass this baby on to the next door step, make it someone else's problem, that was what I normally would have done. If it wasn't my problem, it wasn't my problem. But this was my problem. I knew what I had to do, but I didn't want to do it. I would take this baby in.

It was a chilled September day, and with only a thin yellow blanket as protection from the cold, this baby wasn't going to last very long in its premature state. I had to get this baby warm. I carefully took the child's frail frame in my arms, not very experienced at the practice of holding babies, I was panicked.

The baby was either dead or asleep. I hoped it was the latter. I took the tiny pink thing to the sofa and got more blankets on it. I could feel its tiny chest filling with air. Good, not dead. Maybe it didn't need medical care, but I hadn't really been around babies, only enough to know that this baby was to small, 3 pound, 5 pounds tops.

"It's okay." I say out loud, more as a comfort to myself than the baby. Only half an hour to wait for my mom to come home. I was afraid that the baby would poop itself by then, but I was 15, I could handle that right? I would call my mom, but I knew that she was in a meeting right now.

I look into the little wrinkled face of this tiny human. It's eyes flicked open. It's eyes were blue. It sneezed, I flinched.

"It's oaky." I said, once again. "It's okay."


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