Next chapter! Want to know why? BECAUSE I COULDN'T WAIT TO WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!!

When I woke up I was in a bed- I know, 'A bed. Really? Who would have thought...' but this was the second time I woke up in a bed during this whole year. I couldn't remember how I got here but I looked around the room I was in. It was different than the one I had woken up in before, the walls were a sea green and the floor was a dark brown type of wood.

As soon as I woke up, I was hungry- but I usually was and learned to ignore it. Except this time it was different from the other times I was hungry. I threw off the dark blue duvet and ran out into the hallway, nearly tripping on the chair that was lined up against the wall next to the door.

When I got out into the hallway I realized I had no idea which direction to go. It was a new set of hallways I had never seen before. Even though I had only moved a total of ten feet, I felt like I had just finished a marathon for mutants. With my arm around my stomach- as if squeezing my middle would in anyway help my burning hunger- I staggered to the left and went down the long and narrow corridor.

I must have randomly walked for five minutes until I heard laughing. Not evil laughing- most common here at the School-, happy laughing. I started walking in the direction faster. When the smell of food drifted my way I started running, my stomach leading me more than my brain.

Finally I reached the room. I opened the door and looked inside, making sure I didn't happen to find Jack's hideout. Inside Saffy and Gregory were sitting next to each other on the couch, laughing, while Indigo told a story to them. Martin was sitting on the opposite end on the couch trying, unsuccessfully, not to laugh at the story. Selina sat on a stool next to the island in the kitchen- not close to anyone else. A serious face seemed chiseled into her face, like everything was the most important thing in the world. To be honest, she looked like an African queen. A lonely African queen.

As soon as I stepped full into the room, Selina was the first to see me. Her serious face turned into a silent snarl and her eyes had a look of pure hate that I usually get from Erasers. I couldn't help but shiver.

"Good to see you're awake," Gregory said. "I was starting to think you would never get up."

"Yeah," Martin snarled. "Now that she's here the party can begin." My eyes flew from Selina's hateful eyes- whom I had not yet broken contact with- to Martin's. I was surprised- and hurt, not that I'd ever admit it. But two can play that game. I glared back.

"Did you have a nice rest?" Saffy asks, obviously noticing Martin and my glaring contest.

"Yeah, I did." I turned my attention from Martin and his angry brown eyes to Saffy and her bright blue eyes. I gave a smile at her when a question occurred to me."What time is it?"

"Six o'clock p.m. Over twenty-four hours from when you arrived here."

I nodded my head and walked over to the island next to Selina. Before I even got there I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I didn't say anything to her at first, I just looked her in the eyes. Then I said, "I get it, your an outcast. Always under attack. But, no one owes you anything. I think you need a shotgun blast, a kick in the ass. Just.. watch your back.

"I created the Sound of Madness. Wrote the book on pain. Somehow I'm still here to explain that the darkest hour never comes in the night. You can sleep with a gun, but it won't help. I'm just so sick of this tombstone mentality. If there's an afterlife, then it'll set you free. But I know I'm not gonna part the seas. And I'm not going to be pushed around by a self-fulfilling prophecy.

"You think that crying to me, looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe you've been infected by a social disease. Well, then take your medicine. I've seen too much to think someone like you can define someone like me. Get over yourself."

Then I got food. At first it was deadly quiet, I just focused on the food in front of me so I wouldn't notice the stares. But when I turned around all I saw was Selina's fist. Time to show what I'm made of.