Hey people, this is the third chapter of the story. I tried to put a little suspense in it but the next chapter will be more dramtic and thrilling!
This chapter is a little shorter than the other two because I wanted to update quicker but hopefully this will be the last short chapter.
Please R&R!

Iggy's POV

It's been three years since I've seen Nudge... Three years since I've heard her motor mouth... three years that-that I couldn't live without her... We still don't know what Ari did to her or if she's alive... Three years... That's a long time...

"Iggy?" I looked up to see Angel looking at me worriedly.

"Yeah?"

"She'll come back, don't worry." Those words went through one ear and out the other since she said that every year on the day she was captured... April 13, 2006. It was now December 26, 2009 and well what do you know, still no word from her.

"Iggy, it's time to go!" Max yelled walking out the door.

Nudge; please... please come back!

Nudge's POV

I sat on my sofa and started flipping channels on my TV. What do I want to watch today? I thought. Hmm... The music channel seems good. Music started playing as I started unpacking my mom's groceries and I started thinking about the lyrics...

I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
'Cause no one else cared

After my dreaming,
I woke with this fear,
What am I leaving
When I'm done here?

So if you're asking me
I want you to know

When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

For some reason, tears started forming in my eyes. I loved this song. It was by my favourite band ever and I could be able to listen to it without any trouble or emotions but now it felt like every word from that song had a knife and stabbed me in my heart. My brain's been acting very strange lately… I've been having these glimpses, or as you may call it dreams at night, of people with wings and disgusting looking wolf type humans. I get very freighted and try to open my eyes but I can't and I start to break out in a cold sweat then I calm down when I grab hold of a soft, pale hand…

Don't be afraid
I've taken my beating
I've shared what I made

I'm strong on the surface
Not all the way through
I've never been perfect
But neither have you

So if you're asking me
I want you to know

When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

"Honey, are you OK?" My mom was outside her door leaning on the wall next to the stairs. "I've been calling you for the last five minutes."

I sniffed. "I'm fine…"

Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well

Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are

When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well

Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are
I can't be who you are

As I heard my mom's footsteps coming down the stairs, I quickly wiped away the tears on my sleeves and finished putting up the rest of the oranges.

"Honey?" She walked slowly towards me and put her hands on my shoulders squeezing them gently. "Please, you can tell me anything. What's bothering you?"

"Mom, have you ever felt like you were missing apart of yourself that you've lost long ago?"

"Sweetie…"

"Mom… I feel like I'm missing something in my life. I'm trying to remember but I just can't. It's so frustrating…"

"Monique, you are a strong, intelligent, beautiful young lady with extraordinary abilities beyond your limits." She hesitated. "I know being the daughter of a Vice Principal can be hectic because of my calls to the office and so forth and your father is out on trips across the world, but there's never a time where you can just pick up your phone and call us, heck you can even text us if you want… yaw dig hun?"

I stared at her like she was a crazy psycho from the 70's and then we both started laughing. "Come on sweetie, let's go to the library. Maybe we can get down with our bad selves by picking out a groovy fresh book."

I giggled slightly. My mom still thought she was hip… But she had dropped the subject completely like she was hiding something…

"Come on girlfriend, we gotta hit the spot before them party-poopers start to crash down the party!"

"Mom chill, we're just going to the Library!" Now I know she was definitely hiding something… but what…?