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She stared at her phone, eyes tracing over the letters that spelt out his name.

There was a war going on inside her head – should she call him? Should she even bother anymore?

The fight between the couple had taken place a few days prior, and now she laid in her bed, her heart heavy.

They had barely communicated since the argument, and it was beginning to take a toll on the girl.

She hated the entire situation.

More so, she hated how the situation made her feel.

Since when had she become so dependent on another individual?

She had always forced herself to see the downfall of every relationship – that way when they ultimately ended, her heart wouldn’t hurt so much. Yet, here she was, completely infatuated with a boy who refused to open up to anyone.

The most recent text messages between the couple glared at the girl. She couldn’t bring herself to contact him in any sort of way. She didn’t want to bother him.

So instead, she tortured herself by rereading the same stupid argument, in hopes that he would contact her first.

Her chest swelled from anxiety, she couldn’t stand conflicts.

The girl’s over controlling nature was fighting its way out – telling her to text him, to pour her heart out and cause a scene. But her rational side was telling her otherwise. She had already said what she needed too, it was up to him now.

She tossed her phone onto the empty side of her bed. She couldn’t look at that stupid conversation anymore, nor could she bring herself to delete the messages.

Her emotions were a complete mess. Caught between being angry, upset, and disappointed, she couldn’t focus on anything other than the lump in her throat, and the pain in her head from lack of sleep.

She sighed.

Was he as bothered as her about the situation? Could he sleep, or was he tossing and turning as she had been every night since the argument?

The questions burned into her brain, repeating over and over. But, she wouldn’t dare ask him.

Perhaps she should just let the situation be, and allow the relationship to fizzle out. After all, what was the point in blowing on an already dying fire?

Her thoughts were then interrupted by the obnoxious ding of her phone. She rolled over in bed, towards where the discarded technology was.

The screen lit up a second time, signifying there was, in fact, a message waiting for her.

Yet, the contact name was not from the individual she was hoping. Instead, it was her mom, telling her to come down for dinner.

The girl sighed for the second time. Maybe she really should let it go…

deadly mistake

He stared at the woman with wide eyes.

Her words repeated like a broken record:

“That door you just kicked down was for your protection, not mine.’

He looked back at the door – it reminded him of a wide monstrous mouth.

The woman laughed softly, rocking back and forth in her cross-legged position. She had a gleam in her eyes he found unsettling.

The man took a step away from the door, only to be knocked on to his back.

A decaying hand wrapped around his ankle.

He screamed.

The woman laughed.

His finger nails ripped and cracked as he tried to claw his way out of the room. Yet, there was no use. The hand dragged him into the awaiting door, a trail of blood following behind.

The door slammed closed, drowning out his screams.

The woman was quick to rise from her spot on the floor.

She picked up a cloth and bucket of water and began to clean the blood from the hardwood.

the door

Bright sunlight streamed through the crack of the open door.

Tentatively, I took a step forward, pushing the door to open wider. A long white hallway stretched forward, it seemed to stretch on forever.

I walked down, my bare feet slapped the cold floor.

The door slammed behind me – hinges screeching.

I walked for what felt like hours, passing by the same white walls, until finally, I came to another door.

It resembled the same one I entered through – blue wood, gold accents, and a decorative knob.

Slowly, I knocked.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

And just as expected, the door swung open.

Immediately I bolted up right, gasping for air.

The familiar beeping of the monitor welcoming me home.

“Well done Kate.”

I looked up, meeting eyes with the professor. His green eyes sparkled, his blond hair standing up wildly.

He was impressed. I sighed, thank god.

“Take her back to her room please.” The professor muttered to his assistant. “She’s done well today.”

formula

I bit my lip, my eyes frantically gazing over the equation.

What if I couldn’t figure it out? What if I wasn’t ‘gifted’ like They said I was?

They would be disappointed if I couldn’t do it. No one ever wanted to disappoint them.

Would I get punished?

Would I get put back into the white room?

A chill shook my body. I hated the white room.

Sighed, I ran my hands through my hair, tugging on my scalp. “Just focus. It’s simple, you’re over thinking it.”

I took another look at the equation:

H+2W = L

Was it a code? What was I solving for?

Perhaps if they have given me more information I wouldn’t fail so miserably every time!

I stood up, my frustration getting the better of me. Hot anger pulsed through my body, my hands shook. I saw red, the blood roared in my ears. I was sick of this, of not knowing what was going on.

I was tired of staring at stupid, meaningless numbers and letters.

I swiped the papers and pencils off of the desk, they clattered to the ground, sounding like gun shots in the dead quiet room.

Suddenly, a group of people rushed in.

Men grabbed on to my arms, their grip tight enough to leave bruises as I struggled to break away.

the key

They found the key at the bottom of the well, just like the treasure map showed.

Although, it was not the key they had been envisioning; when first coming across the map, Hunter and his friend’s pictured something old and rustic. They had always imagined a delicate key, with an intricate design – just like in the movies.

This key… was plain.

It had some curves to it, but the design was simple.

“What do we do now?” Holland asked. Her brows were pulled together, her nose scrunched up; it was a typical look she gave when she was confused.

“Does the map say anything else, Hunter?” Jack held the key in his hand, gazing at it intently as if the key would shout out answers to him if he stared hard enough.

“Um,” Hunter pulled the map out of his back pocket, unfolding it and looking carefully. “No, nothing else.”

“Maybe we’re missing a piece of the map?” Holland began to pace.

Jack shook his head, his lips pressed into a flat line. “This is useless, we travelled all this way, left our homes, for a plain key? Where’s all the treasure you promised us, Hunter?”

“Jack calm down,” Holland hissed.

“No!” Jack waved her off. “I was promised treasure that would allow me to help my aunt. A key,” he held it in the air, “is not going to help me pay for her medication. This key is useless! This whole trip is useless!”

In his anger, Jack threw the key. It flew across the yard of the abandoned farmhouse, landing with a clatter on the gravel driveway.

“Jack!” Holland shouted. “We get it, we’re disappointed too, but you don’t have to throw a fit. I mean… Hunter? What are you doing?”

While Holland had been trying to reason with Jack, Hunter had made his way to the discarded key.

He couldn’t believe this was the end of the search.

He wouldn’t believe it.

Hunter crouched down, a grin plastered on his face as he gazed at the now-broken key.

The two rushed over, taking in what was before them.

“Oh my god,” Holland whispered.

They key laid in a small pile of metal.

However, sticking out of the top of the key was a small slip of paper.

Another map.

The search was back on.

buckets and robots

“Beep-de-bop!” A boy shouted, giggling.

“Commander! The robots are taking over! Code red, I repeat, code red!” The second boy yelled, his bucket turning into a special helmet.

The two boys had been playing ‘robot’ for hours. Beginning right after breakfast, past lunch, until now.

The sun was starting to set.

The streetlights beginning to come to life.

The ‘robot’ jumped on the commander’s back, beeping and bopping.

“Ah! There’s too many of them commander, I can’t fight any longer!” the soldier yelled dramatically, falling to the ground.

“Taylor! Henry! It’s time for dinner!” A voice called from a nearby house.

The boys perked up, gazing at their mother who stood on the front porch.

“Coming!” They called in unison.

They darted into the house, tossing their buckets into the front yard.

‘Robots’ would have to wait for another day.

 

orbs and tattoos

It was the middle of the night when I awoke, gasping.

A burning sensation rose along my stomach, stretching from my rib cage down towards my navel.

Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt.

Lifting my oversized shirt, I noticed a faint outline that hadn’t been on my body before.

The outline was darkening by the second, taking on colour.

A brilliant silver.

A deep teal.

Rich red.

Black.

The design that took form was intricate, full of swirls and overlapping lines.

Although seemingly random, it made perfect sense.

Excitement vibrated through my body, as I pulled off the covers with my tattooed hands.

A hum of a breath escaped my lips.

I had to wake the others, we were close to the orb.

We could finally bring it home.

256 birthmarks

Her mother hated her the moment she was born.

Despite the child’s long blonde locks, warm brown eyes, and contagious smile, she could not find an ounce of love.

There was only resentment.

Resentment all towards a single arrow-shaped birthmark.

The daughter – full of self-loathing and rage – didn’t understand her mother’s indifference.

Until, the day she turned sixteen, and fell deathly ill.

It was then when she learned the truth about that ugly mark on her skin.

She was not the only individual with a small arrow-shaped spot.

Hundreds of people – 256 to be exact – were born with the same birthmark.

They were the ‘chosen ones,’ able to gain abilities like none other.

If they survived the sickness.

Upon this discovery, the girl wept.

Now she understood the indifference of her mother, the hatred.

Her mother knew – she would become a monster.

one hell of a day

“How did the meeting go?”

Kate sighed rubbing a hand over her makeup-smudged face. “Not as good as I hoped, the company wants to sue.”

“That’s going to get messy.”

“Don’t I know it.” The water running into the sink interrupted their conversation for a moment. “Did you go to see Julia?”

“I tried.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“She didn’t want to see me.” Her brother, Connor, sighed. “She wanted to see mother.”

“Mom won’t see her, why doesn’t Julia understand that?”

“She refuses to give up I suppose.” He shrugged. “Either way, she told the nurse – who told me – that she would not see either of us until we brought mom.”

“She’s being ridiculous!”

“Julia will probably get over it. You know her obsessions, she’s adamant about something for a week, then gets over it. She’ll be begging us to come see her soon enough.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I hope they company decides not to sue.”

“Me too.”