I laid on my bed for a long time. Not thinking, not speaking, not doing anything. I just stared at the white ceiling and wished for things that I knew would never happen.

The door swung open, "Thank you!" Foxx came bounding in, her tailing swishing excitedly behind her and her ears were perked with happiness.

I sat up and smiled, "You're welcome." Before I knew what was happening, I found myself engulfed in a hug. Her small arms wound around with a surprising amount of strength.

"No one's ever done anything that nice for me," her grin never flinched. She didn't even notice the amount of pain her words caused me because she, and so many others had endured the exact same or worse treatment as I had.

"Of course," I responded. "You better get to bed soon, it's almost ten." Foxx frowned playfully but agreed and left after talking to me for a bit.

I sighed when I realized I wasn't going to fall asleep. The floor was cold as my bare feet carried me to the door. I surveyed the room once more before exiting, no, I couldn't sleep in there.

I slipped silently through the corridors, following the path I had taken every night prior. I just wanted to go somewhere where I wasn't surrounded by colorless es and nothingness and treachery. I wanted to somewhere that felt like home, I just wasn't sure where that was.

When I came to the same dead end I always did, I halted. Staring at the blank wall and pretending it was the stars or it was a forest was easier than it was under the florescent lights of my room. My room had become a constant reminder for everything that it was: a luxury, a deal I never made to keep me happy, and a reminder. And for everything that it wasn't: a home, a family, an outside.

On the surface, I could picture the first time I ever flew with the Flock. Seeing the buildings and the lake, it now felt like another time. The sunrises I would watch when I thought everyone else was asleep. The first time I kissed Fang, the last time I kissed him, the night when I sat with him on the roof, the small things he had done, like held my hand and played with my hair, when we had talked for hours just sitting together and speaking, when he came with me to the School.

Everything I had learned to know and everything I had learned to love was gone, stolen from me from The School. I could feel my anger begin to rise as a loud crash sounded. No, it wasn't a crash, it had been an explosion. I felt the sound reverberate against my skull as I sank to my knees and cradled my head. Heightened hearing didn't help in loud circumstances.

I was still rattled when I leaned against the wall and pulled myself to my feet. What had that been? Who was that? Was it even caused by a person? I wasn't thinking straight and I had too many questions to just focus on one.

Voices familiar ones, echoed down the hallways. "You're sure she always comes this way?" One asked. Fang, it sounded like Fang. A girlish voice retorted, "Of course I'm sure!" Foxx. It was Fang and Foxx.

As they rounded the corner I saw that Fang's expression was hopeful but grim. Foxx was bubbling with excitement. "Skylar!" He called, the noise made my head hurt even more. He jogged to me and laced our fingers tightly together. "Sorry," he whispered, "I forgot how much the sound affects you."

I nodded, "What's going on?" Fang's lips twisted into a grin, "They came." "The Flock?" I asked. "Yes," When I grabbed Foxx's hand, Fang began dragging me down corridors and corners until I no longer knew where we were. I questioned, "How can you be sure it' them?"

"Because they told me their plan and for what to look for when they came," Fang's grip on my wrist was so strong it almost hurt. "You knew!" I accused, "You knew they had a plan and you didn't tell me."

"Skylar, they had you drugged up for two days when we got here." Anger flashed in his eyes. "If I had told you the School would have found out." His tone was so harsh I found myself flinching.

Fang seemed to notice out of the corner of his eyes, he stopped and turned towards me, opening his mouth to say something. He wore an expression that looked almost foreign on his face. Remorse.

Foxx stepped between us, no doubt expecting the worst from him and said, "Leave. Her. Alone." Her voice was quiet, calm, and controlled. She enunciated every word.

Fang sighed through his nose and kept walking. I pulled my hand out of his grasp, but still followed. Anger flashed in his eyes again, but so did pain.

Eraser's seemed to apparate before us, so quickly I barely even saw them. They had been waiting. One of them held a gun, the other stood behind with fists at the ready. I dropped Foxx's and stepped forward, so did Fang. We were creating a wall in front of Foxx. "Now!" Fang instructed.

I advanced forward until the barrel of the gun was pointed at my chest. "What are you doing?!" Fox exclaimed.

The eraser looked at me confusedly, most likely wondering why I had surrender myself when it seemed as if I was about to attack. Quickly, I grabbed the barrel with one of my hands. And with the other, I snapped the eraser's hand away until I was holding the gun. I pointed it at the two beasts and snarled, "Run."

Their eyes widened as they spun around and sprinted. I wasn't a killer, and I wasn't going to become one. Fang looked mildly impressed and Foxx was gaping. I couldn't help the smile that twitched on my lips. Then I remembered why we were here.

I felt the corners of my mouth tug downwards once more, "We have to go." "We're meeting them towards the northeast corner." Fang's voice was cold and emotionless once more, the moment was over. I nodded and grabbed Foxx's hand. "What just happened?" She asked curiously as we ran. I shrugged.

I didn't know how Fang knew every turn we had to take and how long each hallway was. He had been planning this for a while. I swallowed the anger and hurt, the bitterness pooling in my stomach. I couldn't be mad, not right now. Later, I promised myself, I am definitely discussing this with him later.

We came upon a window, one of the only windows in the entire building. The Flock was hovering outside, wings beating powerfully in the nightly wind. Foxx appeared awestruck once more, "Who are they?" "They're our family," Fang and I answered in unison.

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