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"Wanna play a game? It's a mind-reading game. Here's how it works;

I read your mind. If what I say is right, you take one step towards the chair.

If what I say is wrong, you take one step back, towards the doorway.

If you reach the chair, you sit down. If you reach the door, you can go.

Wanna play?"

~Malcolm Crowe "The Sixth Sense"

I hear faint sounds somewhere in far distance. Somewhere in the back of my head. They sound like wheels sliding against train tracks in fast speed. All of a sudden, I feel a slight sense of coolness against my forehead and I open my eyes.

My head is leaning against the train window and all my eyes register is trees, as the train moves fast enough for the view to turn slightly blurry. I realize that I actually forgot where I am and why. Just for a minute, though. The reality comes crushing down on me like tons of bricks. Painful memories flash through my mind and I squeeze my eyes shut again, naively hoping I'll wake up in my bed with my mom and brother sleeping in the other rooms.

But I know I won't.

Resigned and hurt all over again, I rub my swollen eyes, as I remember that I hadn't slept for days until the soft rocking of the ongoing train and the extreme exhaustion finally put me to sleep. I don't know how long I slept for. It doesn't matter.

Nothing matters.

"Are you okay?"

I shiver slightly at the sound of his voice and as I look at him, he sends me an apologetic look. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. What's your name?"

What's my name? What is it? His warm eyes turn confused and for a little while I wonder did I say all that out loud.

I push those thoughts aside and put on a barely noticable smile then shake my head, in response to his 'sorry'. I clear my throat in order to say something because I know that I haven't said anything for a couple of days and whatever I was about to tell the guy next to me would come out hoarse and incomprehensible. He frowns a bit at my behaviour and shit, I don't blame him. I must look pretty darn weird. I attempt to clear my throat again but as I open my mouth to speak, nothing comes out. He is still staring at me, now visibly concerned. Again, I send him the slightest of smiles and turn my head around to look at the not so impressive view we are passing. The boy, apparently, decides to let it go because I hear nothing from him for the rest of the trip.

I dread reaching my destination. I don't want to make it there. I don't want to be there. I just want to fall asleep and not wake up again. But I know well enough that nothing ever goes the way I would want it to. And so, after another couple of hours, the train stops at the station. But I can't move.

"I think it's the last stop." my train neighbor tells me quietly, almost carefully as if he's scared to engage in a conversation with me again. I don't respond. I don't look at him. I don't know what kind of face impression he leaves with and I couldn't care less. I can't move. I just can't move.

"Ma'am, you've got to exit the train now, please."

I frown and look up at the conductor absently. "What?" I ask him and sure enough my voice sounds like it hadn't been used in a long time.

"We've reached our final destination, ma'am. You need to exit the train. Do you need some assistance?" the man asks me with a look on his face that reminds of the boy that had talked to me earlier.

"No." I tell him shortly, slowly standing up. "I'm fine."

I'm fine. I tell myself. I'm just fine.

The suitcase I have with me is quite big, as it contains most of the things and clothes that I took from my room. But it's on wheels and I easily make it out of the train. Every step I take hurts as if I'm walking on broken glass. Every breath feels like I'm inhaling soot and I can almost feel it irritating my throat. But I know it's all in my head. I know it's not real.

But what is?

"Clove!"

Clove? Why does that name sound familiar?

"Clove, you made it!"

I see a tall and muscular boy, running towards me, looking relieved, concerned and happy at the same time. I stop walking and just stare as he's making his way towards me on the now empty platform. Where do I know him from? He looks very familiar.

"Clove!" he gasps again as he finally reaches me, then pulls me into a bear hug, almost breaking my back.

Everything I should feel, every emotion that I know is supposed to be going through me in this moment, never comes. I feel nothing. Big, fat nothing.

So I just stand there. Like a rag doll with still arms by my sides that do not reach up to hug him back. But he still refuses to let go as fast as I'd like him to. And it seems like minutes have passed before he finally steps back, having given me one last squeeze. "My God, how are you, girl? How you holding up?"

Stupid question. I have no answer for it. How am I holding up? The question should be if I am holding myself together at all. I know I'm this close to falling apart. Everything hurts. Every Goddamn thing.

"Clover, talk to me."

Clover. Did he really just call me that? The sound of it sends a fresh wave of pain down my body. I press my lips together and clench my fists so hard my knuckles turn white. I can tell I scare him. My eyes are blank and rid of emotions. I must not look like me. I must look so cold and empty, because that is how I feel on the inside and it doesn't seem like that's going to change any time soon.

I hear him call my name over and over, but I don't care. I don't care.

"Clove, say something."

Everything hurts.

"Clove, can you hear me?"

His voice seems to be drifting away, further and further with every word that comes out of his mouth. I can't see him anymore. I don't see his pained, troubled face. I don't hear his desperate voice calling for me. I hear nothing.

Nothing.

A/N: Hi guys. I came up with this idea all of a sudden a few days ago and I decided to give it a try. I just can't get enough of Clove and Cato, it seems. I know that this chapter doesn't really explain anything, but that's exactly the way I wanted it to be. And in case you're wondering, this story is not specifically based on the movie with the same title. Although it will contain a few connections in the upcoming chapters, hence why I named it The Sixth Sense. Also, I put Bruce Willis' quote from the movie in the beginning, because I felt like it'd make this chapter even more mysterious. I hope you enjoyed it.

To those that have been following my other Clove/Cato story (Mocking Games), I am going to update that fic very soon, as well. Not abandoning that one for sure.

Thank you for reading and please review! Let me know what you think so far!