"Do it."

"No."

"Do it."

"No."

"Dammnit, Dannon! DO IT!"

"Alright, fine!" I snatched the keys from Tens's hand and stomped over to the car. The beautiful black Mercedes-Benz circa 1956 gleamed in the sunlight as my shadow darkened in the paint and reflected my face back at me. My eyes were swollen and bruised from lack of sleep and my arms were red and raw from Warren's fire episode yesterday. I turned back to my blonde guardian. "Maybe I should take the SUV instead," I suggested. She looked me up for a moment, taking in my sweatpants, ratty jazz shoes, and worn out "Nerd Herd" T-shirt from Hot Topic I'd gotten years ago. It's a wonder this thing still fits, I thought. She nodded before throwing me the other keys and catching the ones I held previously.

"You'll call me when you get there," she asked with wide, worrying eyes. I nodded stiffly before stepping into the silver car and turning the key in the ignition. Within moments, I was driving down the road to Warren's.

As I came to a stop in his driveway, I closed my eyes and thought about her. I started to think about Clara.

"Clara!"

"What is is, Dahlia?"

"Why are you so prettty?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're really pretty! How come you're so pretty?"

"Because, I'm just as pretty on the inside."

"What about me?"

"You're beautiful."

"What's 'beautiful' mean?"

"It means you're even prettier than pretty!"

"I want to be beautiful!"

"Good, because that's what you are. Nothing less."

I opened my eyes as the sound of knocking reached my ears. Warren was standing in front of the passenger door, hands burried in his pockets and eyes as red as mine. He was crying again. I unlocked the car and he jumped in. We sat there for five minutes in silence, letting the hot air from the vents warm us from the cold outside air. He spoke first.

"What's going on," he asked.

"I have to show you something," was all I replied to him before I took the car out of parking and drove off onto the street.

"Show me what?"

"Something about myself."

"Dannon, honestly," he asked, "what's going on?"

"We're going to Riverton. You'll get your answers there."

"That's three hours away."

"Then I guess we'll have three hours worth the bonding experience we need."

Nothing was said after that for half the trip.

Instead of speaking, we touched. It was something we'd developed over the past couple months of our friendship. When words couldn't be said, we touched. A brush of my fingers here, a touch to my wrist there; it was normalcy for the both of us. We'd both gone so long without such affectionate and true touches that we found them in each other. And though the majority of our friends were confused by our actions, Warren and I were not. For us, it was real. And real was something we needed right now.

Midpoint of Riverton and our current residence, I stopped the car in the parking lot of a Wendy's and dragged Warren inside to eat. His cheeks were slightly sunken in from his latest bout of depression and I was beginning to worry that if I didn't shove any food down his throat soon, we were going to have a very bad problem with his nutritional levels.

"I don't want to eat," he muttered ten minutes later. He was glaring down at the tray with his food. I gave him a pointed look and shoved a spicy chicken nugget in his face.

"Don't take it out on the nugget," I said. "Eat it."

He snatched it from my hand and crammed it in his mouth before chewing and looking back down with a glare and frustration evident on his face.

I sighed and moved to the seat next to him from across the table where I sat. Automatically, his head rested on my shoulder, burrying his nose in the junction of my neck and shoulder. He breathed in deeply before exhaling onto my skin. I shivered slightly at the feeling of his breath on my skin. I reached my fingers into his black hair and twisted them around, soothing him. After I found him in his room crying into the carpet, I stayed the night, holding him in his bed to me. I woke up this morning to a large pyrokinetic curled into my side, his head on my chest and hands clutching mine. His face showed trouble and distraught. I woke him up and calmed him long enough to tell him I was coming back for him in an hour.

Now, I sat with him in Wendy's, eating fries as he clutched onto me again. I don't think he would have cared if the others saw him now. I don't think he even cared anymore who saw him.

"Why are you crying," he whispered. I looked down at his face and realized that his cheeks were wet. With my tears.

I wiped them away and calmly replied, "You're not the only one who's got a messed up past."

His breath fogged up slightly as we walked past the trees and through the brush. Mine was cool, and fresh as my body and my powers adapted to the weather of Riverton. The cold air surrounded us deeply with fog and nips of ice. My body had gotten too used to the surrounding heat and cool breezes of Maxville so the weather shock was killing me. I shivered uncontrollably until a jacket come over me. I smiled at Warren as I pushed my arms througn the sleeves and grabbed his hand, leading him deeper into the woods.

We reached an opening in the trail. I stopped, breathing deeply as my heart pounded in my chest. Something was wrong here. On their own accord, my feet began to move towards the middle of the large opening. First they were hesitant steps. Then I was walking normal speed, and as my worries were confirmed, I began to run. I let go of Warren's hand and sprinted away.

"Dannon!" I ignored his cries for me to come back as I ran to the large gaping hole in the field of purple daisies. My eyes watered from the shock of cold air and my tears as I ran. I collapsed at the edge of the hole and looked inside.

I screamed.

When Warren reached me I was digging into the dirt, hoping to find her. Hoping that her Bindings were simply hidden with the Mist. But instead, there was nothing. He clutched at my arms, dragging me away from the edge of the hole and kneeled down in front of me.

"Dannon!" His voice was panicked and worried. I sobbed as he cooed at me to calm down. I ignored it as I pleaded.

"Oh God," I cried, "please no...Please don't be gone!"

"Dannon," he yelled at me. "What is going on?! What did we come here for?"

"She's gone!"

"Who? Was she in there?" I nodded. "Who is she? Who's gone?"

I looked up at him with dirty and tear-stained cheeks as I croaked back at him two words.

"My sister."