Hello, The Stripper's Secret definitely won, so that'll be up tomorrow or on Sunday.

And Kickin' It is over! AHHHAAHHHH!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin' It.

Ok, so it's been three weeks. Three weeks of staying trapped in this haunted room. I feel like April's still in here. Like she's still in her bed. I can still hear her sobs as I sleep at night. I haven't seen her since Jack took her back to her ceil. Jack tells me that they're working on getting her a bed and a dresser, along with clothes of her choicing. In other words, she gets to design her cell just in case she's in there longer than they except. Jack says the therapy is getting better, but I doubt that. I think it's obvious that April doesn't like speaking to anyone. Now she is being forced to speak with a therapist. April's smart and won't fall for the therapist's tricks to get her to speak. The therapist is probably having the hardest time.

I haven't seen Milton since our encounter in the cafeteria. I haven't seen Jerry at all. And Jack has visited me everyday, three times a day for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Sometimes he comes and sits with me while he does paperwork. We talk which is nice because we technically haven't spoken in years.

I wonder. Do people still hate me? Well that's quite the stupid question. Ugh!

I fall backward and collide into my bed. I stare up at the ceiling.

I wonder if the former Shadow Clan members know I'm alive. If they do, why haven't they visited? Do they blame me for the war too? I mean they probably lost more people then the midnight clan. Speaking of being a part of a clan, am I even in one right now? Jack never officially said it and recruits are supposed to have this assembly where Jack gives us full membership of the clan. My old clan is gone forever. What am I?

There's a knock at the door. I get up from the bed and open the door. To no suprise, it's Jack. He's holding two breakfast burritos and two bottles of water.

Now, here comes the routine of the day. I took my shower an hour ago and now's the time and Jack and I eat breakfast together. After this Jack vanishes for about six to seven hour, leaving me alone in my thoughts. Then he comes back and spents lunch with me. He vanishes, then comes back five hours later with dinner. That's when he could stay longer than thirty-five minutes.

I step aside and let Jack in. I close and lock the door behind him. He and I take a sit on my bed.

"Good Morning, Kim," Jack greets, kissing me on the cheek.

I smile and say, "Good Morning."

Jack passes me my burrito and water. As I unwrap mine, Jack has alright taken a huge bit out of his. I giggle at how chubby his cheeks are. Then I take a bit out of mine.

After I swallow, I ask Jack a question.

"How's April?"

"Better," Jack answers with a small smile.

"You say that all the time. Define better," I beg.

"Well, I don't think she'd want anyone talking about her right now," Jack says as he takes another bit.

"Ok, then, but-"

"But nothing. She's getting better with actually speaking and that's all you need to know," Jack says, firmly.

I frown a bit. I want to know for sure if she's ok. What if she's the exact oppsite right now?

I hate how much I care about her.

"I have to go. Stay-"

"Stay here no matter what. Don't open the door for anyone until 12:30 or unless you hear my voice. I know, Jack," I say bluntly.

He simply pulls my hair behind my ear. "I'm-"

"Doing this for your own safety. Oh how cliché Jack."

He gives me an uninterested look before kissing my forehead. Jack gets up with his wrapper and water bottle. He turns to look at me one more time before he opens the door and leaves. I fall onto my back again and sigh.

Boredom. It's so real.

I would love to go upstairs to the game room but I'd get killed. Hmmm, I wonder how I'd get killed. A bow and arrow, a single shot to the head, mulitiple shots so I suffer, stabbed to death, stabbed and go flying because of the knife chain thing, suffocated by my pillow, or suffocated in Donna's boobs. I have a feeling she'd kill me like that.

Enough thinking about that. I'll get nightmares again.

This is a horrible idea. The most terrible idea next to taking the mission.

I shuffle my feet toward my door. I reach out and grab the knob. I take a deep breath before turning the lock and then door knob slowly. I bite my lip and open the door slightly. I peak through the crack. Nobody is walking on my floor. Or any floor at that. That's weird.

Again, I haven't been out for three weeks, so I don't know if people are still greaving or stationed somewhere near my room so they're ready to shoot me at any time.

I open the door so it fits my size and slide through. I softly close the unlocked door behind me. I let out a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. I look around for a moment and embrace my surrounding. I hear nothing but training the floor below and shouting in the game room.

I'm trying to get down stairs. How will I go unnoticed?

I look around for a second route. I smile. The elevator. I made my way painfully slowly, so I won't get noticed. Once I get there I press the arrow going down. Let's just hope it going all the way to the basement.

The doors open, showing an empty elevator. I quickly step in and hide in the corner so nobody sees me. I look at the button choice

1 2

3 4

5 6

B

I press 'B' and the close door button. The doors close. I wait nervously as I watch the light go from level 5 to B. I swallow hard as the doors open again. I step out into the familar steel corridor with the strong smell metallic smell. I hear screams of torture and pure pain. It must be the few Shadow Clan members that didn't join. I try my best to ignore them as I walk through the corridor. I stop in front a door. I looked up at the top corner of the door. I see a key hanging for a hook. Must for the therapist or something. I reached up and get it. I unlock the door with ease. I don't know what to except.

I open the door fully and step in. There she is. April is on a white couch, writing in a leather back journal. She didn't here me come in because she was earbuds in. I shall or shall not die today.

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