I don't own House of Anubis or any of the characters.

Peek

I turned around and saw Victor walk by me. I held my breath. He was glaring at me like he knew who I was. I wouldn't be surprised if he did. I just stood there as he walked passed me and went to Mr. Sweet's office. As soon as I saw the door close, I raced to my house.

I decided to take one of Joy's posters. I had no idea what to do with it, I just needed an evidence. Although, I wasn't sure what it would prove. I was staring at it, contemplating what to do next when I turned around the corner. "What is that?" Mom asked. I jumped upon seeing her. She sounded like she was trying to calm herself down. As if she was holding back the urge to shout.

"Uh... Nothing. One of the kids in school were handing these out." I lied.

"Oh. Is it that Joy kid? I don't even know why they still try." She said with a shug. It seemed she regretted saying anything.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Nothing. Dinner will be ready in a half hour. No excuses this time. You already skipped yesterday." She changed the subject.

I bit back the groan. I didn't want to be disrespectful. "Alright." I said as I headed for my room. I could hear her scolding herself under her breath.

I placed the poster inside my special box. I couldn't sit still. I was pacing the room, thoughts running through my head, like a swarm of bees buzzing. Your mind's eye see reality... Dreaming of the truth... I was in an ambulance, being rushed to the hospital... The Eye of Horus... Missing Person: Joy Mercer... The black bird... Dying... Prickling feeling at the back of my head... Sarah Frobisher-Smythe... Victor... I was inside a white tube-like room. I hear beeping. A line of light scanned my body like a barcode. I was being tested...

I was pulled out of my thoughts at the sound of my mom's voice. "Dinner's ready!" She called. I wen't to the dining room. It smelled absolutely delicious. We were having steak and mashed potatoes. Dad was sitting at the head and Mom sat on his right. I took my seat at his left. I tried not to cry. We were a family.

Dinner was served and we ate in silence. They kept watching me. When they saw that I notice them looking, they would pretend they weren't, but I could tell they were looking at me though peripheral vision. "So how was your day?" I asked them, trying to break the silence.

"Everything's fine. Usual business. Stress here and there." Dad said. I noticed that was his exact response when I asked him about work this morning. I didn't mind it much. I just assumed work was repetitive.

"How 'bout you, Mom?" I said.

"Just cleaned around the house." She said. "How was school?"

"We have a project to do for History. I decided I'd do mine on Egypt." I told them. They shared a look.

"That's great, honey." Mom said, forcefully. I didn't understand their actions and weird behavior so I just continued eating. I kept my head down, pretending I didn't see them watching me.

After dinner, I went to my room and straight to bed. I didn't bother doing homework. I just lay in bed, closed my eyes and let my mind's eye see reality...

I was in a room with boring white walls and blinding bright lights. Surrounding me were machines that beeped continuously with a regular beat. I lay in a hard bed and tubes were sticking into my body. Oh. I was in a hospital. To my right, someone was holding my hand. He had his head down. I realized a lot of people were in the room. All speaking quietly with themselves. I couldn't make out what they were saying. It was hard to see their faces. It was like hearing underwater or seeing through a veil.

The door opened and a man walked in. Everyone gathered near my bed. I could dimly see their faces. My friends. I wanted to shout to them. Tell them I was alright. I wanted to run to them. Hug them one by one. The person holding my hand looked up. Fabian. He was crying. I wanted to tell him to stop and I was fine. I couldn't. I couldn't move my lips. I couldn't raise my hand. I couldn't make my legs stand. I realized the man was speaking. The doctor. I tried hard to listen.

"... She's comatose. Other than that she fine. No injuries, no brain damage. Matter of fact, she has a lot of brain activity. The sensory, motor and association areas of her brain are all receiving and sending signals to and from her body, which we don't understand. It's like she's talking, walking, making decisions, doing everyday activities, but it's obvious she not as she is here laying in bed. It's as if she could hear us right now." He said. They all went quiet as they studied me. The doctor explained further, in words I didn't understand. He then left. After a while, Trudy told everyone they had to go home. She said she would stay and take care of me. They all went except for Fabian, who was still holding my hand.

I woke up to my alarm clock, confused and groggy. My hand was slighty under my pillow. I felt something under it. I took hold of it and pulled it out. It was a picture of me with everyone from Anubis house.