When they were safe inside Rachael's room, they took out the genie lamp. Cloe finally managed to read the letter. "Wow," she said when she'd finished, "you're moms must have been really worried." "I don't know why my mom hasn't answered her phone." Rachael stated as she sat on her bed, "She's not here and I can't get through to her."
"Maybe she's in trouble." Ryan suggested, "I haven't seen my mom in days." "I don't know, but we'll have to ask Zac for more answers." Rachael stated as she rubbed the genie's lamp and the flash of light erupted from it.
When it cleared, Zac was floating in front of them. "Yes, my friends?" Zac said to them. "We need answers." Rachael demanded and started to explain about the discovery about their powers. When she finished three minutes later, Zac just stared at her and said, "You see, your powers have been bound. You can't use them until you are blessed."
"How does that work?" Ryan asked. "Your mothers have the power to do that." Zac said, "And anyone who has been appointed the authority to do so." "Like who?" Rachael questioned. "Someone with the powers who has been with the family a long time." Zac hinted. "So…in other words…you mean you?" Ryan answered.
"But only if your mothers can't." Zac confirmed. "Isn't that coincidental?" Rachael started. "We can't find our mothers." Ryan finished for her. Cloe sat in the corner of the room and thought about what she was hearing. She felt so out of place when Zac was around, but somehow she felt that she was connected to it all. She just had no idea how.
"My mom didn't show up to drive us here." Rachael explained as Zac listened quietly. "And, as we walked here, there was something following us." Ryan stated. There was a quick pause as Zac contemplated what he had just heard.
"That can mean one thing." He finally said, "Your mothers are attempting to free Magicath." "We need to help them." Ryan said. "But we don't know how." Rachael pleaded, "And we don't have our powers yet." "Then we'll just have to get them." Ryan stated, turning to Zac, "You know that our moms are in danger and can't bless us themselves. That means you'll have to do it."
"Wait!" Cloe cried out suddenly standing up, "What about Sharpay?" "What about her?" Rachael asked. "We need to tell her!" Cloe screamed, but then broke into a whisper, "Please." Everyone in the room stared at her in shock.
"Please, Ryan." Cloe begged softly, "We need to tell her." It was at that moment that she started violently shaking all over. Ryan walked towards her and held her steady. "If you don't, I will." Cloe whispered still only slightly shaking.
Before any of them had had time to think it over, Ryan had agreed to tell Sharpay which left them standing on the patio of the Evans' mansion. Ryan was unlocking the door, Rachael had the lamp tucked under her arm, and Cloe had all the letters, from the chest, clutched in her hands.
Ryan opened the door and motioned for the two to come inside. The interior was huge. It looked just like something you'd find in Home Décor magazine. "Sharpay!" Ryan called, "I'm back!" They headed towards the kitchen. "Shar?" Ryan called again, "Are you even here?"
"Maybe she stepped out." Rachael suggested. Suddenly, there was a loud bang from upstairs and a huge crash following. "Or someone stepped in." Cloe stated with fear. "Shar!" Ryan called as he ran for the stairs with the girls behind him, "Hold on, Shar! I'm coming!"
In response to that, there was an earsplitting scream. "Hold on, Shar!" Ryan kept calling. When they reached the top of the stairs, they ran down the hallway to a pink door with a gold star on it. They stopped outside of it as Ryan attempted to open the door. "Shar! Shar! Open the door!" he screamed, "Please, Shar! It's me, Ryan!"
There was another scream and then a thud. "No!" Ryan screamed and hurried back down the hallway, "I won't let it happen again!" He turned around and ran towards the door, then jumped and kicked it down. He flung the door out of the way and ran for the bulk of blond hair and pink cloth lying on the floor. He knelt down beside Sharpay and rolled her onto her back, holding her in his arms.
Cloe and Rachael walked into the room and saw that Sharpay had a piece of glass from a broken mirror in her right hand and two huge gashes in her neck. She was just barely conscious. Tears rolled down Ryan's cheeks as he stared at his sister. "Shar, why did you do it?" he asked her in a whisper just barely understandable. He grabbed the glass from her hand and threw it in the trash.
"Her." Sharpay choked as she lifted a finger to point at Cloe. "You mean Cloe?" Ryan asked, tears still filling his eyes. "Yeah." Sharpay managed, "Secret." "What secret?" Ryan asked her. "Yours." She answered. "My secret?" Ryan asked and Sharpay nodded, "Shar, she's not my secret. She's my friend. She brought us here to talk to you."
"Secrets?" Sharpay asked weakly. "Something like that." Ryan said. "Tell…mine." Sharpay choked, "I…trust…you." That was the last thing she said before she slipped off into unconsciousness. "Energy." Ryan whispered to her, "Save your energy."
He picked her up and put her on her bed. Nobody said anything as Ryan walked over to the emergency kit that was stashed in Sharpay's chest for times like this. It had been routine to him since Sharpay had started doing these things. After he'd grabbed the box, he walked back to the bed, sat down beside his unconscious sister, and set to work cleaning her cuts and patching them up.
"How many times has she done things like this?" Rachael finally asked after Ryan finished. "I lost count." He replied not taking his eyes off of Sharpay's motionless face, "She's been doing this ever since I can remember."
"Am I really the cause of it?" Cloe asked feeling guilty. "No." Ryan told her, still not breaking his gaze, "Sharpay's just…a bit stressed out right now." "A bit?" Rachael questioned. "This is nothing to joke about!" Ryan explained, "She has a serious…condition. You see…Sharpay is suffering from suicidal depression."
(A/N) Sorry I took so long to update. Still no reviews! Is there even anyone reading this? If so, speak now! I want to know if this fic is even worth losing sleep over. I spent 12 hours straight typing up the next few chapters that I've written. Do you know how many I typed during that time, without stopping for food or drink? 9 chapters…9! That's not even one chapter per hour! I hope you know that I did that for all my readers, who are still reading this. And I hope you know that, if I die of sleep deprivation before I update the rest of this story, it should be on your head. And on the head of your children…Just kidding! Please R&R! Do it for my sake…please! Show me that my 12 hours of constant typing were worth it! R&R! Or else I won't finish updating the rest of the story and might delete it (oh, the shame of your ignorance). R&R!