"No, this can't be right. How? How?" I blinked hard, shaking my head, somehow wishing to be dreaming and to not be dreaming at the same time. I opened my eyes, and all seven of them were still standing there, looking at me. I stood quickly and backed up, my legs hitting the couch and scooting it across the floor.

"Elena, calm down. You promised," one of them said, and it took me awhile to figure out that it was the one who had made me the tea.

"Impossible," I whispered, staring her down.

"Elena, my name is Sunday. And these are my sisters." The room started spinning, the bookshelves dipping in and out of their intricate arches. I saw black dots dancing around at the outside of my field of vision just before I felt my knees begin to wobble. One of them, standing near the end, caught me before I made it all the way to the ground.

"Easy, I gotcha. Back down on the couch you go," she said, and I felt her ease me back onto the old couch.

"I'll get a glass of water," another one of them said.

"It's Elena, right?" the woman in front of me asked. I nodded.

"Elena, I'm Thursday. I need you to tell us exactly what happened tonight."

"Are all of you named after the days of the week?" It just made sense.

"Yes, we are." She began to point to her sisters naming them one by one. Sunday, the one who had opened the door and made me the tea, was one of two who looked identical. The other was Monday. Though they had the same features, down to the way their hair was styled, Monday seemed harder somehow. Colder. Tuesday had dyed red hair, and something about her made her seem sad. Wednesday had shoulder length hair and Thursday's hair was cropped in a pixie. Friday was wearing a beanie, and was the only one with glasses. Saturday looked carefree, her blonde hair ending at the chin. I took a deep breath in, closed my eyes, and exhaled slowly.

"It's a lot to take in, I know," Thursday said to me. "Now, you're a sibling. How many of you are there?"

"Just me and my little sister. She's eleven years younger than me, our mom thought she was too old to conceive a child. I was there when she was born, and I was there an hour later when my mother bled out and died in my arms. I've basically been a mother to that little girl. She's my everything. I named her after our mother, Louise." Her name came out of my mouth in a sob. Thursday put her hand on my shoulder.

"I don't know how they found out about us. One minute I was sleeping beside her, and the next they were there. They killed one of them. Maybe both of them, I don't know. It all happened so fast, I knew I had to get out of there before they killed me too. That's how I ended up here."

"Who'd they kill, Elena?" Thursday asked me.

"I don't know. I don't know! Does it matter? Either way, my family is torn apart. I'm never gonna see them again." With that realization, I put my head in my hands and started crying. The crying soon turned to body wracking sobs as I buried my face into the crook of Thursday's shoulder and threw my arms around her head. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her lap. I didn't know this woman, yet she was the closest thing to comfort I had.

"Try to get her address out of her. I'll get into the security and take a look at what's going on," one of them said, I couldn't tell who, or from what direction. My only focus was on the pain that was drilling a hole in my heart. So, this is what grief feels like. Grief. I was feeling grief. When we lost our mother, I was too focused and busy with Lou that I couldn't feel anything. I wasn't allowed to mourn my mother. I had Lou and my father. Now, I had no one. I squeezed my eyes shut to try and block reality. It didn't work. Thursday pulled my arms off of her and put her hands on either side of my face.

"Elena, open your eyes. Look at me. I need you to focus, honey. What's your address?"

"32 October Court. Apartment 44." The woman whose voice I heard started tapping quickly on something. I turned around to look at her. It was the one wearing the beanie, Friday. In front of her was a massive computer screen which, like the button that opened the mirror, was previously hidden from my eyes.

"What exactly are you doing?" I asked her.

"I'm hacking into the security mainframe to access all the cameras on the fourth floor. It should give us a better look at what happened tonight."

"Hacking? Isn't that, like, illegal?" Friday stopped in the middle of typing and turned to look at me.

"Really? You're going to get into the discussion of legalities when you, an illegal sibling, are sitting here in an apartment with seven other illegal siblings?"

"Right," I replied, looking down. Friday went back to typing. All of us waited silently.

"Got it," Friday finally said. We all got up and gathered around the computer. The screen showed my apartment hallway. I could see our doormat and my father's umbrella resting on the wall outside the door, but I didn't see anything else. No people. Nothing.

"Where is everyone?" I asked. It was almost as if nothing had happened at all.

"This is the live feed. Here, let's go back. What time did all of this go down?" Friday said.

"It was 1:18 in the morning," I answered certainly. The first thing I saw when I awoke to the men banging on our door was my alarm clock sitting on the table beside the bed. Friday clicked a few buttons, and there they were. Guns pointed and ready to shoot. Goosebumps immediately shot up my arms. The men knocked on the door first, and I was replaying the actions through my own eyes and memories. This was when I woke up. I quickly glanced at my clock, then at Louise still sleeping soundly on the bed beside me.

"Dad, who is that?" I asked in a hushed tone.

"I don't know honey, go back to sleep," he replied, getting up. It was at this moment that I watched the men burst through the door. Friday switched the cameras, this time to one that was pointed precariously so you could just barely see our bed. I watched myself get up frantically and turn around. At this point, from the way the door was angled in the apartment, the men had yet to see me. I knew if I roused Louise, she would start screaming and immediately bring attention to the both of us. So, I did the only thing I knew to do at the time. I kissed her mess of curly brown hair and pulled the covers up over her head. I turned back to look at her one last time before I bolted out into the hall.

This was it. I watched the screen with bated breath. Seconds felt like minutes until I heard the gunshot. Louise was safe? She- she was still sleeping! That meant- oh God, that meant! I fell to my knees in front of the computer.

"My father-he's dead, isn't he?" I looked up at Friday.

"Hang on," Friday answered before typing into the keyboard yet again. "Wait."

I knew he was dead. Nobody wanted to say it to me, though. I looked up at Friday. She was scrambling, trying to put together one last bit of hope for me, I know. But when we all watched the body bag leave the apartment and be marched down the hallway, we knew for sure. I watched Friday's shoulders slump.

"Yeah, he's gone. I'm so sorry, Elena."

I didn't cry. I sat there, numb, staring at the wall. No matter what would happen next, my life would no longer be the same. I was fatherless. Louise has to grow up without him now, and she will grow to hardly remember him in the future. I thought of my mother, about how I was starting to lose some of her. The memories of her were slowly slipping through the crevices of my mind, silently leaving me with just the memory of her laugh and the flash of a smile or her long blonde hair. I will always remember her name, though. Her beautiful name. A name that my six year old sister-Louise! She was still at home! I stood up quickly.

"Louise." They all turned to look at me. "My sister! She's still there! Check-check the live feed again!" Friday quickly turned back to the live feed. The hall was deserted once again, and the door was shut.

"I'll go," the one named Wednesday volunteered.

"Like hell you are, Wednesday," Thursday warned. "It's not safe. The inside could still be crawling with agents."

"Hey, it's her sister. Any one of us could imagine how this feels for her right now. And any one of us would do the same exact thing if it was one of us in there," Wednesday replied.

"I should go." I piped up. "Besides, she's my sister. She's my responsibility."

"No, no, no. If you two have been listed, you'll be shot dead the second one of them find you," Thursday shot me down.

"I'm going," Wednesday said again.

"Here." Thursday got up, went into another room, and came back seconds later with a small handgun. She gave it to Wednesday. "Don't be stupid, okay?"

And with that, Wednesday turned and was gone. The reality of the situation that I was in finally started to set in. My father was dead. My sister was still in the apartment, or gone for all I know. And I just sent an absolute stranger to go and get her.