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Chapter 5

"The tape is about you?" Atticus asked credulously.

Bastion nodded his head.

"What if it isn't?" Syrus asked.

"It is." Bastion said feebly.

"Are you positive?" Chazz asked.

"I am as positive that the tape is about me as I am about water being made up of two molecules of hydrogen and one molecule of oxygen." Bastion said.

"That's pretty positive." Atticus said.

Zane nodded his head in agreement. "Let's find out who guessed it right." Zane flipped the tape and pressed the play button.

I always felt I had a connection to poetry. I couldn't right it to save my life, but I loved reading it. I always pretended to play detective and try to decode the meaning of the poem, even at the age of 15. The greatest thing about poems was that the poem had a different meaning for everyone. There was always a deeper meaning in a poem that spoke to a certain person. I loved that, it made me feel...wanted. No matter how stupid that sounds. It really did. When I found myself spending more and more time by myself, I would often be in the library reading poetry books. My favorite Poet happened to be Edgar Allen Poe. Yes, he writes horror and gore stories like the "Tale-Tell Heart" or "The Raven", which is a personal favorite of mine. But he also writes sad poems. Poems I could relate to, in a weird sense.

"Upon the upturn'd faces of a thousand roses that grew in an enchanted garden, where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe—fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses that gave out, in return for their love—light. Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death—fell on the upturn'd roses that smiled and died in this parterre." ~ Edgar Allen Poe, a small part from his poem Helen II.

You remember that one, right Bastion Misawa?

"You were right; it was about you Bastion." Jaden said.

"Sh!" Syrus hushed them.

You should. During my time in the Society of Light I found it most interesting that Sartorius would recruit you of all people. I first saw you at the poetry meeting. We were intended to discover the wonderful joys of poetry and how it can make you happy. Sartorius thought it would help us see the light even clearer. Well that was bullshit. It talked about murder, sorrow, and pain. I wanted to scream out "WHERE THE HELL IS THE HAPPY SHIT?" but I was a good girl, Sartorius's favorite to be exact. So I sat there like a good girl should have. I was surprised to see you in the Society of Light. You had no reason. You had friends on the outside of the Society of Light. I did not. What shocked me even more was that you chose that particular session to join. I avoided you like the plague because you shouldn't have been there. I did my damn hardest to keep you, Jaden, Syrus, my brother, and Zane out of the Society of Light. You had no reason to be there.

"Why would she try to keep us out?" Syrus asked bewildered.

"She wanted to keep you guys out because the Society of Light was hell." Chazz replied.

Well that part of Helen II was what Sartorius made you start out with. I still don't know if it was his intention to make you read that poem. He did know it was my favorite. Knowing him, he tried to coerce you into hanging out with me. It might have been his sick twisted way to make me feel happy and safe in his little society, and I led him to believe that it was, but it did not. However, that is not why you are on this list.

'Then why am I on this thing?' Bastion asked himself.

You are on this list because you decided to publish one of my poems on your "Unknown Authors" section in the school paper. That pissed me off. I trusted you with my notebook. I really didn't have a choice—I really didn't want to get Sartorius mad since he made me feel special, and I liked that I was wanted by someone

"We wanted you, Lexi" Atticus murmured.

Zane nodded. "We all did."

But for you to do that to me was not cool. That was shameful. The worst part was that in my Traps and Spell cards class, the teacher was so interested in it that he wanted to "decode the hidden meaning" of it. Apparently because the author was "Unknown"—but you know that is a lie—he said it was a great way to find out how to discovery an opponent's trap card or spell card. Seeing how we can't ask the person what their spell or trap card, the best way to start to think how to figure it out would be to decode a poem Since you couldn't ask them what it really meant a poem by someone unknown or dead was really useful win attempting to figure things out. I was an unknown author, or in the teacher's words—a dead poet. The class was a nightmare.

You were there, though. So you know that. You also raised your hand and tried to understand it, then looked at me for an explanation.

Tell me Bastion, are you really that fucking curious to know what my poem meant that you would publish it and humiliate me in public just to figure out what it was about. Because I will tell you, a poem isn't meant to have the same meaning for everyone. But if you are so fucking curious—you probably are, since I never answered yours or the teachers question about the poem—I will tell it to you.

Broken

I am broke.

Not the type of broke that you need financial aid.

Not the type of broke that can be fixed.

I am a type of broke that no one knows.

And no one cares.

I am lost in despair, and surrounded by sorrow.

I don't look forward to another day,

Because the next day always remains the same.

I am broke.

Not financially broke.

Not the repairable broke.

I am the broke that nobody knows.

All that I am,

And all that I will ever be is

broke.

Yes, I know it is a horrible poem, but it expressed my anguish. The meaning is simple Bastion. Throughout my life I have lived by others rules. I don't even think I had a life. I dated who my brother told me to date. I dueled who I was told to duel. I studied and did homework the teachers told me to do. I cleaned my room and did the chores when my parents asked. I did anything Sartorius asked me to do. I was a doll. I was like Barbie. Everyone always saw a smile on my face, but did anyone ever think to stop "Maybe that isn't a real smile?"? No. I am just like Barbie because she is always smiling. You guys had to have noticed that there is never a sad or angry Barbie, just a happy one. Well, Barbie and I are similar because we both smiled all the time, even when we didn't want to. When people stopped telling me wait to do, I became unimportant. I was tossed aside. I was broken.

There is your damn meaning that you tried so hard to get out of me. I hope you are happy because the only ones who will know the meaning are the people on the tapes. Oh and when Atticus confronts you—I know he will—don't lie and say you didn't know it was mine. Sartorius is proof enough, along with Mindy and Jasmine.

"You what?" Atticus growled out. His eyes were narrowed into slits.

"I didn't mean to." Bastion said.

"Then why the hell did your skin pale when you realized this tape was about you?" Atticus growled.

"Because I didn't think I'd be on the tape!" Bastion argued.

"You knew you would be on the tape, Bastion. She said it herself. Atticus brought five people out of the thirteen people on the tape, not including Atticus. You were one of the five." Zane asked.

"How would she have known that I would be with Atticus when he was listening to the tapes? She didn't!" Bastion growled out.

"Who the hell would he hang out with besides us?" Chazz said. His voice was hard. Bastion could clearly tell that he was pissed.

"Anyone, after all he is popular!" Bastion argued back.

"He often hangs out with us." Jaden said.

"You should have known you would be a part in it." Zane said.

"Well I didn't." Bastion growled out.

Well I hope you are happy Bastion. You will be stuck with this for the rest of your life. You will know that because of your little stunt you were one of the people who made me come to my decision of su…no I still can't say it. In fact, you were only a small part that caused me to decide on that. I wasn't entirely sure that I wanted to do that until the ninth person. But I will tell you know, it wasn't for anything you guys might think. So no, you guys didn't do anything super bad to me, but you guys all connected on my list, you guys all caused it. But I do have to say, you guys are much better than the person who is next. Insert the third tape to find out who I'm talking about.

This time it was Atticus who reached to grab the tape. He grabbed the tape with a number four on it and he slipped it in to the cassette tape and pressed play.

But no sound came out of the cassette tape.

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