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Whenever Sarah closed her eyes, the headstones were waiting for her. But something had been lost when she saw Robynâs fake grave.
It didnât feel like closure. It didnât feel like anything except pain.
The door opened, and the sister in question stepped into the room. Robyn looked appropriately guilty, like the time sheâd been caught selling Sarahâs colored pens to her classmates in third grade.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â she asked as soon as Robyn closed the door behind her.
âIt wasnât something I could tell you, not like that. I wanted to tell you when the time was right.â
âWell, itâs too late now.â
âI know. Pegasus shouldnât have done that.â
âHe was the only one who told me the truth, Robyn! You were gonna throw me out and be done with it!â Sarah shouted, curling up when her chest hurt. âWere you gonna leave me out on the street near the house? Or was I gonna wake up one day and find myself at aunt Ruthâs like nothing happened?â
âNo, itâs not like that. Weâre getting a story together.â
âAnd then youâll get rid of me.â
Robyn sighed. She seemed to understand the problem now. âYou have a chance I donât, canât you see that? Youâre alive!â
âSo are you.â
Robyn shook her head. âItâs not the same. I canât go with you.â
âYou were planning on ditching me and you werenât even gonna tell me. If you think Iâm gonna let you do this, you couldnât be more wrong.â
âI really canât go with you. Even if I did, weâd have to hide for a very long time, maybe forever.â
âI donât care. Iâm not going anywhere without my sister.â
Robyn winced. âDonât throw away your only chance at a normal life because youâre stubborn.â
âIf Iâm going back home, Iâm not doing it alone. You sure as hell are coming with me. And if youâre not going anywhere, Iâm not either.â
Robyn shook her head. âI canât leave here, Sarah. I wish things were different, but I canât.â
âWas this what you meant when you said your biggest flaw was following through even if you changed your mind along the way?â
âYes, I follow through no matter how I feel about it.â Robyn took a deep breath and let it our slowly. âI want to get whoever did this. I wanna make them pay.â
âRobynâ¦â
âWe got someone from the local New Nation cell that attacked our house that night. Depending on what he tells us, youâll be closer to going home.â
Sarah glared at her. âIs there a home left?â
The question visibly shook Robyn. âI need to go⦠look at some stuff. Iâll see you later.â
Robyn left like she was making a hurried escape, but Sarah didnât object. They would have continued to argue if sheâd stayed.
Sarah also didnât want to think about the cemetery anymore, much less about Robynâs lies. There seemed to be way too many of those.
But now that Robyn was gone, Sarah realized she should have asked again for something to pass the time. She was sure they wouldnât allow her access to the internet, but a book would do. Hell, a coloring book would do at this point.
Unwilling to count the tiles on the floor again, she walked around the room instead.
A flash of motion as she passed the wall opposite her bed caught her eye. If she didnât know any better, sheâd swear sheâd seen her reflection, but the wall was bare. The only mirror in this place was the one above the bathroom sink.
Intrigued by the illusion, she repeated her movements to replicate the effect. Nothing.
She sat on the edge of her bed and examined the empty wall. There was nothing there, not even a cobweb that might have caught the light with the airflow her walking could have caused.
After countless minutes, the wall seemed to shimmerâor maybe her brain glitched. Her vision blurred, and she blinked repeatedly, but she found she couldnât look away from the wall. As if it held the answers, as if it would share them.
A rap at the door startled her.
Sarah guessed who it was before Pegasus came into view. No one else knocked.
âHey, can I come in?â he asked from the threshold.
âSure, why not? Not like I have a say in anything around here.â
He shrugged, stepping inside. âTrue.â
Sarah slid further onto the bed. âWhat brings you to this lovely prison today?â
âI ran into Robyn on my way here. Are you two okay?â
âAre you checking up on me?â
âActually, no. I got you an appointment to go talk to our shrink.â
Sarah cocked an eyebrow. âAnd why would I wanna do that?â
âItâll get you out of this room.â He smiled like he was offering her a treat.
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If it was treats they were talking about, sheâd rather have a chocolate cake. âIs this one of those things where I donât really have a choice, but youâre gonna pretend I do?â
His smile widened. âYeah, pretty much.â
âFine.â
He offered her a hand to help her down from the bed, which she politely refused.
As she followed him down the now-familiar hallway towards the elevator, she wondered if the shrink would have a window. She always imagined a shrinkâs office should have a window.
âHow did you get out of your room the other day?â he asked.
Sheâd told her sister already. The codes had even been changed since then. âDidnât Robyn tell you?â
âNo, but that suggests it was her fault.â
Sarah laughed. She realized the ease with which she interacted with him had largely gone unnoticed until now.
The elevator doors closed.
His question about leaving the room lingered in the small space. It was a simple enough answer, but she was suddenly reluctant to give it.
Why should she tell him anything at all?
She knew nothing about any of these people except what Robyn told her. Even the person sheâd spent the most time withâPegasus. She knew nothing about him other than that he acted cranky in the middle of the night, liked to smile a lot during the day, and had an odd sense of humor.
The way he talked and joked with her as if he knew her as well as he knew her sister didnât bother her. Maybe his behavior was an extension of his smiles, something to make him seem friendlier and non-threatening. At least thatâs what Robyn said of his smiles.
He met her gaze with a quizzical look. Sarah pretended she hadnât been staring at him and focused on the little numbers roll past on the elevator.
âWhat?â he asked, shifting to include himself again in her line of sight.
Despite having decided not to say anything, she answered. âIâm trying to think of an ulterior motive.â
âFor taking you to the shrink? I think that oneâs pretty straightforward.â
âNo, for you being friendly to me, for telling me things youâre not supposed to.â
âAh, youâre searching for my evil plan.â The doors opened and Pegasus held his arm out into the threshold as he laughed. âLet me know when you find it, because Iâm thinking I really should get something out of this.â
Sarah stepped out into the hallway without a word.
This area was different than what sheâd seen before. The walls were shades of pale yellow and beige.
Pegasus led her past large double doors that cut off the hallway on either side.
âThereâs no ulterior motives,â he whispered as they came to another door. âItâs more a matter of difference of opinions. As for being friendly to you, I have no reason not to be. Also, Iâm temporarily banned from the rec room, so Iâm bored out of my skull.â
âSo, you said you guys pretty much recruit anyone?â Sarah blurted out.
âI donât think I said anything of the sort.â He frowned. âAnd thatâs not a complete non sequiturâ¦â
Sarah bit the inside of her bottom lip. âIf Robyn really stays here, could I stay with her? Could you find me something to do? Something so that I donât have to leave?â
He led them to what looked like a waiting room, complete with a set of chairs and a couch.
âYour sister wouldnât want this for you. No one would want this for you.â
âWell, I wouldnât want this for her,â she said. âBut Iâm not abandoning her.â
âYou wouldnât be.â
âIâm being serious. If I wanted to stay, would they let me?â
âItâs not that simpleâ¦â
âThereâs gotta be something I can do.â
âThatâs not what I mean. You canât jump into this without thinking.â He sighed. âYou still have some time here. Talk it over with Robyn. Think it over carefully. If itâs only so you wonât be separated, I donât think thatâs reason enough.â
Sarah took a seat on the couch. âAnd why didnât Robyn bring me?â
âMost people try to avoid Athena if they havenât done anything wrong.â
âDoes that mean you did something wrong?â
âMaybe. But if youâre occupying her time, that means Iâm free.â He straightened suddenly, snapping his fingers. âThereâs the ulterior motive!â He grinned. âYou were right all along.â
âAre you sure I need the shrink more than you do?â
âOh, I forgot to mention. Donât call her that, she doesnât like it. I have something I need to go do right now. When youâre finished, wait here until someone comes to collect you back to your cellâI mean, room.â
She glared at him.
Pegasus knocked on the door.
âDid you get in trouble for taking me to the cemetery?â she asked.
He shrugged, but the smile was no longer the same.
âHow much trouble?â
He leaned against the wall. âMaybe a little more than I was in before. Iâve been breaking more rules than I should lately.â
âSo whyâd you do it?â
âAll we have are the rules, but sometimes the rules arenât enough.â He smiled. âAnd sometimes⦠sometimes we just do stupid things.â
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A paper ball hit Sarah square on the forehead and plopped down onto her statistics book. She looked up to find Robyn yawning.
Sarah tossed it back at her. She aimed for her forehead as well, but it hit her right on her nose. Robyn swatted at the air, yawning again.
Yeah, sure. In what world would Robyn ever be some type of secret agent? Why was she even bothered by such a weird dream?
Sarah chomped on the last slice of apple and crunched along as she read her study notes. One of Jeremyâs notations on the corner of the page reminded her of their earlier chat. âHey, Robyn, did anybody call me on the landline yesterday?â
âNo, why?â
Sarah propped her elbows on her book and blinked at her sister. âAre you sure nobody left a message with you because my phone was dead?â
Robyn started nodding, stopped halfway through another yawn. âOh! Right, sorry. Jeremy called. He wanted you to call him when you got home.â
âGee, thanks.â
Robyn grinned. âNo problem.â
Sarah bunched up her napkin and tossed it at Robynâs head.
This time, her sister dodged it. âBe nice to me or I wonât get you a birthday present.â
âIâve still got an entire month to be nice to you before then.â
âFine, then you wonât get the really cool present Iâve been thinking of.â
âIâll take you not messing up Momâs baking this time as a heartfelt gift.â
âSo I put in a little too much cinnamon.â
âThe recipe didnât call for any cinnamon, you lunatic.â
âNobody appreciates my creative genius.â
âAnd please donât cram the top of the cake with a million candles.â
Robyn laughed. âOkay, Iâll settle for the proper twenty.â
Sarah rubbed at her eyes.
âGoing to bed?â Robyn asked.
âAfter this one last problem. But I need my notes.â
Sarah realized she really was tired when her hand missed the light switch on her way into her room. Thankfully, enough light was coming in through the window.
Her notebook sat on her bedside table, propped open with a pencil. Curious whether sheâd added anything new, she looked at the marked page. Though mostly illegible for having been written while she was half asleep, she could make out some words.
âA corridor,â she whispered to herself. âRunning.â
She couldnât remember anyone running. An image flashed in her mind of a locked room. That was what she remembered from the last dream.
âScorpion,â she read. She didnât remember any scorpions around. That shouldâve made some lasting impression, she was terrified of those things.
A manâs voice called her name, and she startled, dropping the pencil. There was no one there. There were no monsters or moving shadows. Certainly it wouldnât be a scorpion.
Struggling to calm her breaths, she felt around the floor for the pencil, but the floor had been dipped in darkness now. She grabbed the pencil as soon as she found it. With shallow breaths, she pulled the curtain open all the way.
Her reflection stared back at her with dead eyes.
Sarah let go of the curtain and stumbled back, almost tripping over Robynâs sneakers. Her hand was shaking.
She remembered now. There was a locked room and she was trapped inside. There was shouting, and something on the wall.
Rushing to get to the light switch, she hit her knee on the corner of Robynâs bed. She swallowed the pain, throwing herself on the bed as she hit the lights.
Brightness flooded the room. A crimson flower blossomed on the empty wall. Sarah sucked in a breath, burying a scream deep inside her throat. There was blood on the wall.
Was she dreaming? She couldnât tell.
Covering her mouth to stop from screaming, she forced her eyes tightly shut, wishing it would all go away.
Could it even be a dream if she was awake?