Whoa, I completely forgot about this story. Sorry guys. But I hope you like this next chapter, and sorry it's kinda short. I'm gonna try to update more frequently though since Summer's almost here! Please let me know what you think! :)

Biana once again became a statue, Fitz looked like he might murder someone, Dex was curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth, and Keefe gave Sophie a hug and a shoulder for her to cry on.

"It's not your fault, Sophie." Keefe soothed. "You had to leave. And they probably would've done something like this anyway."

"Easy for you to say. You're parents aren't being tortured to death," Fitz snapped.

"No, instead my mom tried to kill me, and my clueless dad wants me to live up to impossible expectations."

"Guys, please, can you just stop! I can't take this arguing!" Sophie stood up and pushed past everyone, wiping away a tear.

"Sophie!" someone yelled behind her, but she didn't turn around. She kept walking down the hall and retreated back to her hiding place, comforted by the outdoor scenery. Soon she saw Iggy bounding down the stairs and into her lap, making Sophie laugh a little bit. She looked up to see Keefe at the top of the stairs, leaning against the railing and watching her.

"I thought he might cheer you up a bit." Keefe said quietly.

"Thanks," Sophie muttered as Keefe slowly came down the stairs.

"Sorry about them. It's just hard, you know?" Sophie nodded slightly and scratched Iggy's fur, not trusting her voice. "I just wanted you to know that I understand how you feel, and I'll always be here for you."

"Thanks," Sophie said, barely audible.

"I understand if you just want to be left alone right now, but if you want to talk, I'm here." Keefe turned to leave.

"Wait." Keefe might be a pain sometimes, but he cares about her and that was enough. "Do you think you could stay for a bit?"

He gave a small smile and went to sit next to Sophie, wrapping an arm around her. She leaned into his arms and cried.

She should be stronger than this.

But she wasn't.

And that just made her feel worse.

She was so lucky to have Keefe as her friend.

He knew exactly how she felt, and could feel her pain.

Literally.

Sophie laid in her bed, so tired, but refusing to let herself sleep, for fear of what she would see.

She tried to distract herself.

She thought about how the day had turned out, and how it could have been better, how it could have been worse, and what she should've done or said differently.

After talking with Keefe, she went back upstairs to find Fitz, Biana and Dex arguing, but stopped when she and Keefe walked in. Fitz apologized for lashing out, Biana comforted her, and Dex questioned her about his parents, making Sophie wonder herself if they were alright and what happened to them, along with Keefe's parents- or dad.

She wanted to sleep so badly, but she made herself stay awake, instead projecting everything that she could remember into her memory log, trying to be as quiet as possible, for Biana was asleep on the bunk right above her.

It was absolutely horrendous to relive her dreams- or visions or whatever they were, but this was something she had to do.

Sophie walked into the training room to find Mr. Forkle waiting for her. She gripped her memory log harder, as she strode over to him and sat across from him.

"I recorded everything in my memory log," She said, holding it out.

Mr. Forkle took it and asked her, "What did you see last night?"

"Nothing, I couldn't sleep." She lied.

"You couldn't sleep or didn't want to?"

Sophie looked down and muttered the latter.

"Sophie you can't just not sleep. You need sleep. And..."

Mr. Forkle didn't finish the thought, but Sophie had a feeling that it ended with something about how she needed to see what was happening so they could know what was happening. Well what if she didn't want to know? Or not this way. She didn't want to see it. That was too much.

But she had to.

For Fitz.

And Dex. And Keefe, Biana and Mr. Forkle.

They need to know what is going on.

"Okay."

"Why don't you go to bed early tonight?" Mr. Forkle suggested, leading her out of the room.

Sophie nodded and went to go talk to her friends and mentally prepare herself for what she might see tonight.