Title: The Lost and Forgotten
Authors: Shadow's Echo (also known as Cindy from CindyandSandy)
Rating: PG-13 (some swearing!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Mulder, Scully, or any of that happy crap…but I do own Amelia and other such characters. Yadda yadda yadda. We've been over this, have we not?
Chapter 18 – Making Plans
Amelia awoke late that morning. She wasn't worried because she didn't need to go to classes, but she had wanted to get up earlier. In fact, she specifically remembered setting her alarm for 5:00 am, but it hadn't gone off. It was now 7:30 am. Strange. She had something she needed to do, but, now with teachers up and about, it wouldn't happen anytime soon. She checked the alarm and it was set to 5:00 am and had been turned on. She scratched her head. She realized she probably looked like a confused monkey and cracked a smile. Even though she was alone, she could still have a laugh. Perhaps she was going insane. She felt like it was possible. The she realized her plans were foiled. She immediately became upset. All would have to wait until dark. Unless. Unless she could in the day like Libby. Hell, Libby was even being watched like a hawk, yet she did it. Why couldn't Amelia?
'Why not?' Amelia thought to herself. 'I'm a good student from what they know. Nobody even cares what I do today and no one's around. Why not?'
But how? She hadn't really planned much ahead. Sleep had overtaken her the night before, and even her plans of planning had been destroyed. She just had the safety pin.
She would get in Room 213 if it killed her. She knew she could jimmy open the door with the safety pin. She had never done it before, but it couldn't be hard. She could test it on her own door first, so she could get it just right. But then what? Once she got in she didn't know what to do. She didn't know why she even wanted in. She wanted to talk to the boy. She needed to. He took Libby. She knew he did. She wanted to know why. So she decided to just ask. He would answer. She would make him answer. And if he didn't she would keep asking. She needed to end this. This killing. Too many had died. And she knew the key. She knew something the others hadn't. She thought perhaps this would make a difference. It had to. I just had to.
A/N: There's a little more for y'all. I will probably be able to finish this soon. I recently got a new laptop for my room so I won't have to continue using the original process of writing in a notebook then typing out the story. I can now just type away on my laptop. So everyone wins...the middle man is gone! Hoorah! Review little ones.