I could still hear Sarah screaming. I heard the blonde one... Carlisle, say something about morphine and how it had worked before. It made me feel a little bit better. But still, what did he mean about "before"? That this has happened before? That other people have gone through this and lived? Maybe that's why they had seemed so confident that Sarah was going to be okay.

Huh, I guess, if that woman was the one who hurt Sarah, and she's done it to other people before; I guess I'm glad that she's gone. Now, no one else would have to be in pain like Sarah.

This was all going through my head. But I found that, as I descended further down the stairs and closer to the room that I supposed was some sort of living room, I felt calmer. The need to go rip someone's face off and do something for Sarah grew less and less. Even my hands had almost stopped shaking.

By the time I got to the door to this room, so close that I could hear the announcers on the television, I was walking calmly; my hands only trembled slightly. I sauntered into the room, barely noticing Sarah's cries.

"You should feel guilty." I told myself.

"You should feel suspicious of these stinky people." But I couldn't.

I looked around me, noticing for the first time that there were other people in here. There were six of them in all. Two people sat in a soft-looking chair, they were obviously a couple. The guy was all muscle with a brown buzz cut; the woman was his counter-part. She was soft looking, stunning, and had gorgeous blonde waves.

Another couple sat on the floor, hands overlapping. One was average height with long brown hair. The man had smooth brownish-reddish hair. But there was something that was strange about him. He had a look on his face like he was listening to a serious conversation, though no one was talking. It weirded me out.

There was another dude. He kind of looked like he was in pain. A laugh slipped out of the listening man's mouth. Hmm. Whatever.

The painful-looking one was blonde. This seemed weird. Only 12.5% of the population is born blonde each year. It was improbable for so many blondes to be together. I guess if they were far apart in age, from different countries, or closely related it could work. Although, many people color their hair. Still…

Oh! My mind had wandered.

The last person left in the room was a kind-looking woman. She seemed older than the rest of them, but too young to be their mother at the same time.

"Umm… Hello?" Big one with the muscles was talking.

"What? Oh, sorry. It's just… I'm Lexi" Hmm, it'd probably be easier to form a coherent sentence if I didn't have the attention span of a 3-year old with ADHD.

"Okaaaay. Well, I'm Emmett; this is Rose, that's Bella, Edward, Jasper, and Esme." He said, motioning to the different people.

Huh, no way I was gonna be able to remember name's like those. I guess I'd just have to fake my way through them.

"Do you want to sit down or something?" The kind one asked me. I think her name had been Esme. Yeah, that name was a hard one to forget.

"Um, sure." I went to the only empty seat, conveniently located next to an open window.

Huh, should they really have that window open? I mean, it's great. Very thoughtful of them to give me a refuge from the stink; because, even though I hadn't mentioned it, they had to know how badly their house smelled. It wasn't something you could ignore. But still, when it felt like a room was a pretty good temperature to me, most other people were freezing. And this room felt pretty nice to me. Shouldn't they have been cold?

"Aren't you all cold?" I asked.

"No, are you?" Bella asked with concern.

"No…" I said carefully "It's just…well, never mind" I'd sound pretty crazy if I told them that they should be cold. Maybe I was crazy. Who knew?

I tried to pay attention to what was on the screen but my stress over Sarah was downing whatever kind of high I had been on earlier. I could hear her broken cries, breaking through my concentration every few seconds. How could I have left her up there? How could I trust these people? Maybe they made drugs. That would explain the nasty-sweet smell. Ugh!

I sat on my hands. The blonde dude had kept looking at me funny ever since they had started shaking. Ugh! Poop on rice! I can't just sit here!

"Would you like something to drink?" This was the listening guy. His name was far too normal for me to remember, though.

"C'mon," he prompted, "Edward's treat." Yeah, real sly. I guess he had seen it on my face that I had forgotten his name.

"No thank you, Edward." I said. Being sure to emphasize that I truly did know his name, now. That made buzz-cut guy…Emmett, laugh.

But then, I noticed, a few too many seconds had passed without hearing one of Sarah's cries. The other people in the room were just a little to still. And two things became shockingly apparent.

One, something had changed about Sarah's condition.

And two, these people had secrets. Big ones.

A/N: Yeah, I know it's a little confusing. I mainly wanted this chapter to bring in the main characters and show people how Lexi's mind works. By this I mean the fact that she misses the obvious and notices things that no one else would… And my possibly have ADD. It may seem hard to understand now but it'll be worth it later.

Oh, and please review. I should be studying my booty off for Spanish right now but I'm not, so that I could update for you. So just say something. Thank you to Brionry97 for leaving my very first review on this story and gracias to everyone who's favorited me.

Paz,

Lacey