Into The Sky

by TheSecretRoman

Secret woke up with no memories of herself prior to that moment. Confused and alone she finds herself outside The Wammy House where she is taken into the orphanage by A. She befriends A and B and is introduced to the messed up world they live in where everything seems to have a hidden meaning. Secret's then left to not only wonder who she is, but also what side of the law she is on

8. Chapter 8

First off - I am so sorry that I haven't updated in a year (exactly so it seems) this last year has been crazy and I've had such bad writers block, especially since Flik took down her fanfic and discontinued it (Yes Flik - you are being blamed somewhat) but ive soldiered on, and now after a few weeks of late nights - I give you chapter 8!

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CHAPTER VIII

August 7th 2002.

This dream was different then all the rest I had had so far.

It was dark like the others, but something didn't feel the same as before.

I suddenly saw movement in the shadows.

I jumped back in the fear that the voices now had a physical form, but then I started to see things.

"Mama," A voice suddenly said.

But it wasn't one of the voices that usually taunted me in my dreams, it was the voice of a child, a little girl. "Mama, where are you?" The voice then called out.

What was this?

My head started to hurt as the little voice continued to cry out looking for its mother. It's like I'd heard this before somewhere, but I couldn't remember.

I shook my head, but that just made me feel dizzy.

I started to see flicks of light in the dark, like something running passed.

I stepped away from it, but I didn't feel like I had to fear it.

"There you are Mama!" The little girl's voice suddenly exclaimed.

Another light came from nowhere and approached the first light that was now still.

"Mama, why did you leave me like that?!" The girl's voice then whined.

"I'm sorry my baby, I had to go somewhere." A different voice said replying to the first.

I stared at the little lights as I listened to the voices talking, it was like the lights were the ones talking and responding to each other. As I continued to look at them the lights seemed to change shape.

Now they looked like figures of people.

I wanted to run, this was the thing I had been dreading ever since I started having the dream, that the voices would become something visible, something that I would start imagining seeing in every dark corner.

But something kept me there. My head was spinning like crazy now, I wouldn't be able to run now anyway, I'd just make it worse.

I could see the figures moving around now. There was a smaller one that looked like a child. This had to be the form of the little girl's voice I'd been hearing. The second figure, the mother, picked up the child and held her in her arms.

"Mama, I was scared." The little girl said to her mother.

Her mother hushed her comfortingly.

"I really am sorry, I won't leave you like that again, my little Sky."

I woke up suddenly as some sort of realisation dawned on me.

Sky. The child's name was Sky.

The dream. It wasn't a dream. It was a memory.

My head started to hurt for real now. I could feel myself shaking all over uncontrollably. Something was happening. Something had clicked inside my mind which had caused to remember.

I bit my lip and tucked myself up into a tight ball, pulling A's blanket around myself to keep me warm. Although it was still summer, mine and Rye's room had seemed bitterly cold at night for the last few days. Rye hadn't noticed I didn't think, but I was spending most nights awake so I started to notice every little change. How the nights seemed darker then usually, and how everything became deadly silent after everyone went to sleep. The only sound in the room was Rye gentle breathing, but even at times it was almost like I could hear nothing at all.

I closed my eyes again so I didn't have to see the dark. I knew no matter how hard to tried, I would not be able to fall back into sleep, so I wouldn't even attempt it for tonight. Every dream seemed to have some meaning now, and they weren't just random taunting sessions from the voices in the darkness anymore. I hated it, but I wasn't sure if sitting up awake, alone with just the thoughts that were rushing through my head, was much better?

Days and nights seemed to be blurring together now, and every one of them seemed to be repeating itself.

I sighed and buried my face in my pillow - I needed to figure something out and soon. I couldn't stay here any longer.

"Near?" I whispered as I knocked on his bedroom door.

I knew he would be able to hear me, so I stepped back and waited.

I didn't want to just walk in like I usually did.

Near opened the door with a frowned on his face.

"Secret? What's up?" He said as he held the door open for me.

I bit my lip as I stepped passed him into the room.

I muttered "Nothing." As he closed the door.

His frown deepened, but he didn't say anything else about it.

He then went across the room and sat on his bed, then picked up a Lego figure off the duvet, which is what he must have been playing with before I knocked on the door. But I stayed exactly where I was.

I stood there for a few moments in complete silence. Near didn't seem to be bothered though, and didn't really pay me any attention the whole time.

I bit my lip for a second time since entering the room.

"Near..." I mumbled quietly to regain his attention.

He looked up at his name and waited for me to continue.

"Can I tell you something?" I muttered almost nervously, after all I didn't know how he was going to react exactly.

Near just continued to look at me without saying anything, obviously just waiting for me to say anyway.

I lifted my hand to me face and started chewing on my sleeve slightly.

"If you knew someone to be good, but they did something terrible, would that make them a bad person then?" I queried.

Near tilted his head to one side then, just like B used to do. I blinked, wanting to shake my head and look away, but I didn't.

"It really matters what they did." He responded after a second or so thinking.

I carried on chewing my sleeve. "Like the worst thing you could think of." I mumbled through my sleeve.

"I can think of a number of terrible things someone could do, Secret." Near then said "And even other things, that don't sound terrible, could be made into something horrific depending on the circumstance it's committed under."

I nodded slightly. I somehow knew he would say something like that, which made me wonder why I had even asked him in the first place.

For some reason I just need to talk to him about this, hint what I was think of doing maybe.

I breathed in deeply through my nose.

"What if it was murder?" I muttered barely auditable at all, but I knew he would hear.

I know I asked him rather bluntly, but I didn't see the point in trying to wrap it up in a bunch of other words. Near was the type of person that would solve puzzles for fun. A riddle - he wouldn't even need two lines of thought for. It was one of the most brilliant here, and I was one of the total opposite.

Near stayed deadly silent for a few moments, which was to my surprise. I expected him to answer quickly and to the point, like he always did. But he didn't this time. Instead he slowly turned his head away from me and looked down at the floor. Usually I would describe the expression on his face as 'blank' but I knew that his mind was probably working at a hundred miles an hour right know, so 'blankly' just wouldn't fit.

"Murder is known as the unforgivable crime by so many. But there are plenty of people who believe forgiveness is the only way forward, and so they forgive even murder. Never forget, but forgive. Forever with it on their minds." To be honest, I wasn't really a hundred percent sure that Near was talking to me right know, it seemed more to himself - but at the time, it didn't seem like something he would say to himself. It was too...down to Earth.

"What does that even mean Near?" I whispered the question, scared of his answer.

Then he looked back up at me.

"Murder isn't really forgivable." He said plainly.

Then just like that I realised. He knew. He knew.

I could have slapped myself right then and there, but I was frozen in place, unable to move.

How could I have been so stupid! To believe that Near was still in the dark about all this. I'd even left the files in his room most nights which gave him the perfect opportunity to read over them without me realising - and even if I hadn't left them there, there was no doubt in my mind that he would have still found a way to read them and done so. That's just the way Near was, he just needed to know - and I'd, so caught up in wanting a friend I could trust to replace B in my life, didn't see that. So there was no way I could get angry at him for that.

For some reason, instead, I felt scared.

Near continued to look at me for a few more moments. I think he was waiting for something to happen. Maybe he thought I would say something or react in some way. Well I had reacted, and he could probably tell that. But he just seemed to be waiting still.

"I..." I started

"What are you planning Secret?" He asked cutting me off.

I didn't see a way out of this, and even if I did, I wasn't sure I would take it. But I honestly didn't know how to answer either. What was I planning? The only thing I knew was that I needed to find B, but I had no idea how to do that.

I started chewing on my sleeve again. Then I shrugged.

"I need to find B." I told him.

"Don't be ridiculous." He suddenly said. It was obvious he'd guess what I was going to say and already knew what he was going to say in reply. But what right did he have to say that! I shook my head quickly from side to side.

I gritted my teeth. "You wouldn't understand." I said through my clenched teeth.

"You barely know him!" Near argued.

"That doesn't matter." I said straight away without even needing to think.

Near frowned. "It doesn't matter? You were here, what? A day before he left? Is that really enough time to know that you want to go looking for someone, especially after what he has done?"

He had a point. I wasn't so dumb that I couldn't see that. I knew it was just a matter of time before someone pointed out how long I had known B or even A, to feel like they were the only people I had had.

I didn't want to think about it, I didn't want to change my mind.

"I still want to go." I said quietly.

Near shook his head quickly. It was the first time I had ever seen him like this. I was almost like he cared, maybe I believe he did, until he carried on talking. "He's a criminal now Secret, L's on to him, he's got no chance of getting away with what he's doing." he paused there "Once someone is a criminal, there is no reverting them back. Going to find him will mean the same for you."

"What? You think I'll turn into a criminal if I go find him? That I'll kill someone? Near, I'm going to try and stop him, not help him!" I argued back. Now I was mad. How could he...argh!

I thought he was my friend, but he just thought as me and some psychopath, and if I left this place I would crack!

I wanted to prove him wrong.

Near said "Stopping him and trying to persuade him to stop are two different things. Would you be willing to do anything to stop him, even betray him? Or would you just give in as soon as he says no. Who says he even wants you there?"

Then I shouted "Shut up!" to stop him from saying anything else.

He stared at me blankly for half a second. Then nodded and when back to his Lego figure.

"Please leave Secret." He said without looking up at me again.

I didn't expect that.

Or maybe I did, I wasn't too sure. Just in shock.

"Near, I'm..."

"Just get out."

I was actually going to apologise. I was actually going to apologise to him!

"Fine. I'll leave, and I won't come back." I promised "How about that?"

He didn't say anything, so I left.

August 8th 2002

When I woke up the next morning my eyes were stuck together, so I knew I'd been crying in my sleep. But the strange thing was, I couldn't remember my dream - it was probably a nightmare - but I still couldn't remember it.

Rye wasn't there and the sun was already shining through the closed curtains.

I'd somehow managed to sleep through the entire night.

I was very tempted to throw my covers over my head and going to sleep, but I knew I really shouldn't, so I sat up.

After showing and getting dressed, I was faced with an empty room. I sat myself down on the carpet chewing my sleeve and dragged my laptop from out under my bed.

As soon as the laptop booted up I knew something was wrong, the obvious give away was that, where the desktop would have usually appeared, the screen was completely blank L. I sighed and pushed the power button to force a shut down, then booted it up again. Maybe at any other time I would have been more patient and not done something that could make the laptop crash on me from now on, but I really wasn't in the mood.

The same thing happened again, with a blank screen, but after a few seconds a loading symbol appeared in the center of the screen - a funny little circle with chunk missing out of it spinning a round and round in the middle of the screen. I stared at in blankly, not too frustrated to turn of the laptop again, but not quite happy with symbol taking so long.

After what felt like a small eternity, the screen when blue and the desktop appeared - and of course it was completely blank. There was the usual background so I knew it hadn't crashed on the loading screen - it was just that everything was gone. I felt stupid for not guessing that this was going to happen, it was obvious L would wipe the computers data as soon as he realised that I wasn't really going to help him - I just hadn't expected it to be so soon.

The only thing left on the laptop was the documents folder, which was empty, and the internet access button, which seemed to have been disabled in some way. It was like he knew I would try and use this laptop to help myself - so not only deleted the files and information I had - but made it impossible to continue doing anything myself. He was a smart man, I'll give him that.

I shut down the computer and hid it back under my bed, not that it mattered if anyone found it anymore with nothing on it. I stood up quickly, grabbed my marbles and A's blanket quickly off my bed and rushed out of the room, immediately slamming into Rye.

"Sorry." Rye blurted out automatically.

I didn't say anything, no to be rude or anything, I was just a bit too dazed. Rye must have noticed this because she then asked me if I was okay.

I nodded my head as quick as I could then before she could say anything else, I ducked myself under her arm and slipped away. As far as I knew, Rye could have realised it was normal behaviour and carried on going about her business, or been very confused and debated coming after me - if it was the second option, she didn't follow through with it.

To explain what I was doing now - I was looking for something and also someone. I knew exactly where the thing I was looking for was, and it just so happened so was the someone.

The corridors were empty of people, I didn't know where everyone was, nor did I care to be honest. The games room was pretty empty as well - except for two people.

One was Near, sitting on the carpet building Lego structures of some sort. He didn't even look up when I came in the room, so I ignored him.

The other person, was Matt - who I was looking for. He was sitting at the thing I was looking for - which happened to be the ancient, dusty, old and slow shared computer that no one ever seemed to bother using - except Matt. He also had his Gameboy opened up next to the computer which seemed to be bleeping away happily, which made me question if he was even using the computer.

"Hey Matt." I said trying to sound casual as I strode up the computer desk, but I think it came out way too quiet.

He didn't respond straight away, until I was standing right next to the desk, when he suddenly seemed to notice me and jumped slightly.

"Oh hey Secret. I didn't see you come in." He sort of replied (because he might have thought that he was the one who spoke first.)

I nodded and didn't say anything - which I instantly regretted, as an awkward silence suddenly wash over us.

Matt deliberately cleared his throat to break the silence - then he closed his Gameboy and sat up, leaning on the desk with his elbows and crossing his fingers in each other, looking all business like.

"So what brings you to this fine place this fine..." He checked the computer screen for the time "...midday-ish?"

I thought for a second. The reason I was here was because of the laptop - it wasn't working - but I still needed a way to get to Los Angeles and B. I couldn't exactly ask someone straight up what I should do, so I guess I had no other choice then this...lovely...computer here.

"Can I ask you something...about the computer?" I muttered quietly.

"Okay, but you'll have to speak up, shy little Secret." He gave me a slight smile.

I heard Near get up behind me and leave the room - which I was sort of glad of.

"Well, you know the search history on the internet." I started - that was a good place to start, right?

Matt nodded and made an 'Um-Hm' sound as a substitute for 'Yes'.

"I know about deleting it and stuff, but there are ways for Roger to still see what you've been on. Is there anyway of changing the settings...so that they won't even, like, realise someone's on there in the first place." I continued. It was the best way I had of putting it.

Matt raised an eyebrow. "What exactly do you want to search...actually on second thought, I don't want to know - plus you'll probably say 'it's a secret' - but yes there are ways of doing that I guess."

I'm not sure what expression was on my face exactly - maybe it was...no, I really didn't know - but I shook my head quickly.

"Really?" I said - probably sounding a little over enthusiastic "Could you show me?"

Matt made a face.

"I could show you, but it complicated. I could probably hack the computer now and login under a fake user then sort out the internet server so it opens with a untraceable search engine..." he continued talking, but a lot of it just sort of went over my head.

After he got to a part where he said I would have to be checking and deleting the search history every two to three times I clicked on a new page, I think he noticed he'd lost me somewhere along the way.

He rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Come here tech wiz." He said grabbing ahold of my sleeve and pulling me around so that I could see the computer screen. "I'll do it for you."

He started clicking and typing things that I didn't understand, until the computer restarted and came up with a desktop screen that I knew wasn't the one we were allowed to use, and I think it might have even been Roger's.

Then he tapped in a few more things, pulled the internet connection wire out of the side of the computer, plugged it back in and brought up the internet server. It automatically came up with a search engine I'd never heard of and certainly wasn't the default one.

Matt looked up at me at this point. "Remember what I said about the history?" I nodded "Okay, you have ten to fifteen minutes until this user shuts down and can't be used again, so..." Matt stood up in his chair and sort of pushed me into it in one move "Get searching."

I nodded quickly and then put my fingers on the keyboard.

Matt stepped back to give me some privacy and he went over to the other side of the room with his Gameboy to start playing whatever video game he was playing.

I typed in the first thing that came to mind - travelling to LA.

Then suddenly a huge list of search results came up, mainly about air travel - which was the obvious. I clicked on a couple of websites - checking the history along the way to make sure nothing appeared in it. Straight away I knew flying was out of the question - with the prices of airline tickets and the small problem that I was penniless.

No other options came up.

I really didn't know what to do at this point. I'd made up my mind that I was going, but I had no way of even attempting to get there.

I started chewing on my sleeve. I could...no, that was a stupid idea. What about...no, again, ridiculous!

I shook my head quickly and concentrated on the computer screen and the little search bar waiting for me to write my next thought into it. But nothing came to mind.

Which left me with the only thing I could do - I needed money. I'd have to get money.

I checked the history one last time, then exited the window, then forced a restart, like Matt had told me to.

I looked up - and Matt seemed to look up at the same time.

"Finished?" He asked.

"Yeah." I replied.

He jumped up out of his chair and came over to stand beside me so he could mess with the computer.

"You find what you were looking for?"

"Sort of."

I bit my lip then started chewing my sleeve again, almost furiously this time. So deep in thought I didn't notice when Matt was talking to me until he clicked his fingers in front of my face.

"Oh day dreamer now are we?" He said jokingly.

I gave him a small smile "Just thinking." I mumbled barely loud enough for him to hear.

Matt nodded.

"Hey, I noticed you didn't say 'hi' to Near you came in, you guys okay?"

I sighed - it was just a matter of time before someone noticed.

"No, we...erm...fell out." I muttered trying to pass it off in a way that said 'no biggie' and 'I don't want to talk about it' at the same time.

"Ah." Came Matt's response.

We then kind of sat in a silence for a short while until Matt said:

"You know, I'm about to go look for Mello and Rye, you could hang around with us if you're lonely."

I sort of froze - unsure what to say or unable to speak all together.

It made me think for the first time since deciding to leave - that there might actually still be something for me here. I wanted to say yes - but I couldn't allow myself to...

I bit my lip. "Thanks but...I've got things I need to do."

I think he could probably tell in my voice that I wasn't sure what I actually wanted to do, maybe he could tell that I wanted to go with him and just spend some time with friends and just felt like I was intruding.

"Ah okay, that's fine. See you later." Matt said then headed to the door to leave. He didn't push me to agreeing to come with him - and I suppose I was grateful for that.

The room was now empty, and without the hum from the computer anymore, everything just seemed deadly silent. I felt lonely - of course I did. But I couldn't let it get to me.

I suppose it was on to the next step.

August 9th 2002

I could see twinkling stars - all around me, not just in the sky where they belonged, but in every direction.

The ground beneath my feet was also a carpet of stars, which left me with strong vertigo.

I wonder if this is what it was like to float in space? Well, I wasn't floating - the ground did feel solid enough, but it was still strange.

The atmosphere (or not if this was space like) was light and silent. There was no voices, there was no shadows, just nothingness - except the stars.

I expected one to go out and the voices to come a taunt me about how someone else had died and I was helpless and couldn't do anything about it. But nothing happened.

It felt cold, like winter, but I couldn't see my breath in front of my face or anything. For some reason, it was because of this - even with all the other things - that I felt trapped in an unreal world.

I closed my eyes and tried hard to wake up - but when I opened them again, I was still in the same place.

"Secret." I suddenly heard someone say behind me.

I whipped myself around as quick as I could, expecting a light or a shadow or nothing at all.

But instead I came face to face with A.

My eyes widened and my throat closed up out of surprise.

"A!" I managed.

It was him! I could see him! Last time he had come to me in a dream I had only heard his voice, but this time I could see him!

I wanted to run and hug him, but my legs wouldn't let me move - and besides, he didn't look...solid. It was far too cliché - but he was wearing all white and had a glow about him which reminded me of an angel, or a star. Yes, a star - that's what he was now. That's why I was here in the stars - so he could talk to me.

I felt tears well up in my eyes. "A." I muttered through a sob.

A tiny smile appeared on A's face. "Don't cry little Secret." He said comfortingly.

We stood in silence, taking in each other. I know it was only a dream, but it felt real - like he had come back from the dead to see me.

"Secret, I have something important to tell you." A then said, breaking his warm smile and replacing it with a serious face.

"What is it?" I replied, not sure what else to say.

A's eyes changed. They were full of worry. He didn't say anything for a couple of seconds.
"Secret, I need to warn you - don't go after B. You won't like what you will find." he said.

He meant about the murders. Of course I wouldn't like that - I hated that. I wanted to scream. I wanted to find B and shake him until it knocks some sense into him. But most of the time all I wanted to do was cry - but not matter how much I hated it, I still couldn't give up on B.

"I already know what's going on A. I still need to go and find him - someone, a friend, needs to stop him." I said to A.

A shook his head. "You don't know the whole story, you only know part - a small fraction - of what is going on."

"It doesn't matter..." I started to argue.

"Secret, you didn't know B well enough. Once he's decided something, he'll carry it out. You have no idea what he's capable of." An argued back before I could even continue.

I wanted to say that B was the only one I had left now. I still didn't know who I was, or why I was here - all I did know was that the one living person I would say I cared about was making the worst mistake anyone could ever make - and I needed to be there for him to talk him out of it.

"There will be someone else there with him, Secret. In a short while she'll find him and she will be able to stop him - before he commits the final murder. There is no need for you to go and endanger yourself." A carried on after I didn't say anything. "Stay at Wammy's House, learn you're purpose and live a happy life."

I didn't know what to make of what he said. There would be someone else? They would stop him before he committed the final murder. The final murder - not the next murder. There was a countdown, there had to be more than just one more. I had to go and stop him before anymore murders. Another person stopping him could mean them hurting him as well - he could end up dead at the end of it. I couldn't allow that. Besides, I don't think I could ever be happy at Wammy's House - I hadn't known true happiness since I had been there.

"I'm still..." I started

"Please Secret..." A tried to argue. But I cut him off then, like he had done to me.
"I'm going, A." I said firmly.

A adopted a look of sadness on his face, of suffering, guilt, regret. It was horrible to see him like that.

"I'm sorry A. I know you just want me to be safe, but you told me to be strong. I want to be strong, and fight to get B back to the way he was, to be there for him." I said.

A didn't say anything at first. Then he nodded.

"If that's really what you want..." He muttered "You have 13 days left."

The dream was suddenly cut off and I woke up with a start.

It felt like I had been forced to wake up from the outside world, but there was no one there except Rye in the room, and she was fast asleep.

I sat in bed and grabbed ahold of A's blanket. Gripping it tightly in my hand. Although it had been with me in the warm bed, the blanket somehow felt cold to the touch, like as if it had been left outside all night.

I felt a tear suddenly appear in the corner of my eye. There was too much emotion built up from seeing A again, and then from the argument.

I bit my lip - suddenly regretting the choice I had made. I had the urge to listen to what A had said and stay where I was. But like I had said to myself I the dream - I couldn't give up on B.

I closed my eyes tight and felt the tear roll down my face. There was too many reasons to stay but none good enough in my eyes. I could stay for A - but it was a dream. I'd like to think it was actually him I was speaking to, but I didn't know that. I could stay for Rye - but she had Matt and Mello. Near didn't want to know anymore. There was no reason for me to stay actually. But I still felt like there was something.

I know what A had said about someone else being there to stop B, but I still felt like I needed to get there first.

13 days. No, I had less than that, I could feel it. Was it 13 days until it was over? Or 13 days until the next murder, or what? I didn't know.

I lay back down, holding A's blanket close to me.

"I'm sorry." I muttered aloud as quiet as I could.

I stayed awake all night and heard Rye get up in the morning.

I stayed where I was in my bed with my eyes closed, curled up in a tight ball, while I heard Rye get ready for the day ahead.

I then heard her shuffle across the room, and stand beside my bed.

She sighed.

"Secret, I know you're awake." She whispered.

My acting was terrible.

I let my eyes flutter open and I looked up at her, but didn't say anything.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

I didn't say anything.

"How long were you awake for last night?"

I didn't say anything.

Rye sighed again. "I'm here if you ever need anyone to talk to. I get nightmares too."

She then turned and started to walk away.

"Rye." I mumbled quickly before she was able to leave the room. My voice was hoarse and I sounded really weird. She looked a bit startled when I spoke, but I wasn't sure if that was from my voice or the fact that I actually spoke.

She half-turned around to hear what I was going to say.

"Rye, I...err..." I didn't know what to say, but I felt like I wanted to talk to her for some reason. I had a feeling she could help me.

"What's wrong?" She asked to get me to continue.

"I..." I started "...need your advice."

Rye frowned. "Advice? I'm not sure if I'm the right person to ask."

"Please. I don't know who else to ask." I started to get panicky and I didn't know why - I was just so distressed about all this. I needed to be told what the right thing to do really was.

"Well...what is it?" Rye asked sounding nervous.

"I can't decide about something...my minds telling me one thing but I also feel I need to do something different at the same time." I said sitting up in my bed and putting my legs over the side like I was about to stand up but I decided to remain sitting.

Rye bit her lip. "You should do what you think is right...in your bones." Then she gave me a small smile.

I gave her a smile back. "Thank you." I said quietly.

She nodded.

I then looked down at the floor and closed my eyes. I heard Rye leave at this point.

What did I feel was right? Nothing was right about this situation, nothing felt right about it.

I smile to myself then. Right didn't always mean good.

So what if what was going on was out of the ordinary? Maybe that meant that the thing to do needed to be the unexpected. There was what everyone thought was right – and what I thought was right.

I spent all day in my room. Rye didn't come back to the room all morning and afternoon, but I don't think it would have mattered even if she did – I just sat on my bed in one spot, deep in thought.

I thought coming up with a plan would be easy – but every time I had an idea that felt like it was going somewhere, my mind hit a solid block and I had to think of something else. I really wasn't as smart as I thought – hoped – I was.

It was nightfall before I came up with anything that got me past the point of just getting out of the house.

I could sneak out into the games room and use the computer to buy a plane ticket. Then get out of here and make it to the airport, hiring a taxi. Then head to America. Now I said it out loud, it wasn't exactly a genius idea – and I wasn't sure why it had taken so long for me to come up with it. Well, I sort of knew…

The entire plan would only work if I had the one thing I didn't have a clue how to get – money.

Maybe that's what I had really been sitting here wondering all along sub-consciously – how to get money?

I guess this is where things went into the 'wrong' of doing what is right. I knew there was one way of me getting money now – it was obviously a bit too late for me to start doing chores for pocket money – I'd have to steal it. Roger was the only one who would have even close to enough for me to get anywhere.

So I answered my own question.

I now had a plan:

Pre-book a plane money from out of Wammy's a taxi to the !

Yes it was flawed – but it was the best I had. Drastic times call for drastic measures.

Rye came back at one point – I wasn't too sure when, it only sort of registered in my mind after the light went off once she was ready for bed. There was still the glow from the night light, so I was fine to remain sitting there. I guess I was…waiting, for it to seem the right time.

I bit my lip, then slowly slipped of the bed when I was sure that Rye was asleep.

I sat on the floor for a couple of minutes thinking of what I might need in the immediate future. Then I crawled across the carpet as quietly as I could and collected the items from around the room, gathering them in the middle of the carpet.

Having no backpack then came across as a problem for me for the first time.

I shook my head quickly – I couldn't let myself get held back by something a stupid as that.

I pulled a pillow off my bed and took off the pillowcase – this would have to do.

I filled the pillowcase with my clothes and things, then I folded up A's blanket and placed it on top of everything else. Finally I grabbed my marbles out of the little bowl on my bedside table, being careful that they didn't make so much noise that they would disturb Rye – I didn't put them in the pillowcase as well though. I put them one by one in my pocket – blue, green, red, then I stopped.

I bit my lip and looked down at the three remaining marbles in my hand – the white, black and clear marbles. Then I sighed – what did these marbles even mean anymore?

I plucked the black marble from my palm and tossed it in the pillowcase – so I would bring it with me but not keep it with the other marbles. Then I have the white and clear ones left.

I shook my head – I was wasting time.

I stood up and grabbed the pillow case, holding it in one hand.

Then I separated the two remaining marbles in my other hand. I knew what I would do with them.

Each marble represented somebody in my life, someone I classed as important at the time and now. But there was still one marble that I had that had no one tied to it.

I bit my lip again. I already knew who this marble belonged to.

I shuffled slowly across the bedroom carpet to stand by Rye's bed.

I never really thought about it, but Rye had helped me get through all this, just by being there. I gave her a small smile even though she was asleep and wouldn't see it. Then I placed the clear marble on Rye's bedside table. It was ironic really – a clear marble, yet Rye was one of the hardest people to see through – after all, I had to read her folder to learn anything about her.

"Thank you, Rye. I wish you sweet dreams." I muttered to her while she remained sleeping peacefully – unaware of anything going around her in the room. I hoped she didn't get nightmares tonight, or any other time either – but I knew that was unlikely – I knew how bad nightmares were, I didn't want her to suffer anymore.

Then I spun around as quickly as I could and shuffled out the room with my pillow case still in hand.

The corridor was dark and empty – both very good things.

I took the route towards the front door at first and left the pillowcase tucked behind a fire extinguisher, in a place that I would be able to grab it quickly on the way out, but still hidden from view of any late night wanderers.

Then I headed back the way I came, towards the games room.

I ran my hand along the wall the whole way counting the doors. Although there was light coming through the windows from the stars and the moon – there wasn't enough to see the room numbers.

Room one, room two, room three, room four. I paused. This was Near's room.

I sighed and dropped the white marble on the floor, then nudged it up to the bottom of the door. It wouldn't fit under it of course but I wasn't about to knock and hand it to him. He could have the stupid marble either way – I didn't want it!

I shook my head and carried on up the corridor as quick as I could.

The games room at no windows, therefore no light - as in pitch black. This obviously made me reluctant to go in, but I had to. I closed my eyes tightly and felt my way around the room so I wouldn't get scared. It was stupid –it was dark when I closed my eyes, but it was different, it just was.

I found the sockets on the wall and flipped the switch, sort of hoping that the computers plug was already on the extension lead. Luckily for me, it was. The computer started making a noise, and a light flashed, meaning it was ready.

I slid across the room to the computer, by following the light. Switched it on and sat down. I pressed the startup button and the screen flashed white, blinding me for half a second.

I bit my lip and clicked the mouse to log onto the guest account on the computer – that way I could delete the history and it would take them longer to find out where I was going.

I clicked onto the internet browser and opened a search engine. It took me a couple of minutes but I finally found a website.

That's as far as I got.

"Who's that?" I heard a voice say – then all of a sudden the main light switched on and Dee was standing in the door way.

I felt my eyes widen – I'd been caught. No, it would be okay – I was sure. I just needed to think of an excuse. It was only Dee after all – what could see do?

"Secret? What the hell are you…?" Dee frowned "We aren't allowed to use the computer after lights out!" she said – loudly, almost shouting.

All I know is I froze. I could think, I couldn't move. Thinking of a excuse seemed to be the least of my problems – saying anything would help at this point.

"I'm telling Roger!" She snarled, then spun around.

"No Dee stop!" I shouted after her, standing up hastily, accidentally knocking the chair over.

I heard Dee carry on storming up the corridor in the direction of Roger's room.

I must admit I panicked here.

I couldn't run after her, she couldn't be persuaded – she'd probably scream and make a show.

Going back to my room was also out of the question – there would come and get me if Dee told on me, I'd be in trouble, they would probably keep an eye me and…

No, wait! I was wasting time thinking.

I dashed out of the room as quick as I could, and ran up the corridor to Roger's office (which was luckily not in the same place as his room).

Of course the door was locked. I nearly screamed at myself for being so stupid! I kicked the door in temper.

Suddenly the door made a 'click' sound. I didn't open though. But it did give me an idea.

I was weak – but it seemed so was the door.

I know it doesn't sound realistic – but I somehow managed to kick the door so much that the lock broke. It wasn't like the door flew open like a movie or anything. There was just another louder click and I knew the lock had come undone.

I opened the door and burst inside. Then, not caring anymore, I flicked the light switch on.

I went straight to the desk and pulled open each draw, checking the 'secret' underparts – which of course I knew about, everyone did. I found the key for the safe and grabbed it quickly.

Almost leaped across the room to the safe and opened it as quick as I could.

There was all sorts of rubbish in there – stuff that someone people (Roger) thought were important.

I found the money in a conveniently in a plastic bag.

I grabbed it and slammed the safe door shut, then threw the key across the room. It bounced off the wall and fell behind a cabinet – hopefully that would mean it would take Roger longer to figure out what I had taken.

I switched off the light and closet the office door – maybe Roger would think he just didn't lock it. Maybe not.

Suddenly the corridor light flickered on.

Oh god. Roger was up.

"I don't know what she was doing Sir, she was on the computer, and she looked suspicious." I heard Dee's voice from around the corner.

"Okay, okay Deidre. I'll go and have a look, but for future reference wake one of the other staff up – not me." I heard Roger's reply.

I quickly ran up the corridor in the opposite direction that Roger and Dee were coming from.

I would take longer to get back to the front door, but I knew the way, and I couldn't risk going near Roger, even if I hid, I knew he would find me before I was able to get out.

I finally got to the front door, out of breathe – but I couldn't stop.

I grabbed my pillow case, and threw the money in there too.

Before I knew it I was outside. But still not safe.

I carried on running down the driveway and out of the front gates.

Okay, the plan had gone to hell – I would just have to think of a new one, I could do that…maybe.

I shut my eyes tight, and slowed down.

I stopped for a second breathing hard.

I was on my way…sort of.

AND there we have it!

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