Sounds of gunshots echoed through the halls. Luckily my legs weren't bound together like my arms are in the straitjacket. I ran up to the door and peered through the little window where they usually sent gruel through. I whimpered as I saw fire on the other side. Were the gunshots real? 

I stepped away and leaned against the white padded room. Yeah, I know. It's a little sterotpical hospital room. Welcome to my life. What is my mind doing? Am I even real? My heart pounded against my chest at a beat irregular to everything I've felt before. Is this real? Are the flames even real?

Outside the flames roared and I heard keys clashing against the lock of my door. I tightly closed my eyes and tried to block it all out, but my mind was coming on too strong. The door swung open, and the flames erupted into my room. Lindy came distressed, but unharmed. She was standing right in the flames. I watched as a sharp object sliced through her stomach and her eyes widened. Mine did the same, I was about to scream her name when her body fell limp on the floor. 

The man behind her gave me a twisted smile. "Found her." He purred. I shifted my eyes around trying to distract myself from the flames stroking my face and the fact that I was lost. Then I saw her. Oh my god. She's here.

"You thought you would leave, Eddie? Aren't you funny! When I said you joined the club, I mean forever. Sheesh, what's with Crazies and commitment issues... No pun intended," She cackled. I sucked in a sharp breath and ignored the fact that the devil in disguise was standing in front of me. She noticed how I was wincing as the flames seared my skin. "You still don't talk? Good. I'm glad how you are responsible for the twe-"

I got up from my crouched position and attempted to stomp on her foot to shut her up. I'm not responsible for that. She tilted her head back and cackled like a lunatic. I'm standing in the flames, my whole body is on fire. I'm breathing embers. Tears pooled in my eyes but that didn't help the pain dwelling in my body. I'm pretty sure this makes a hundred- degree burn. My whole body is scarred and red, I am Harvey Two-Face's half all over. My hair is burning off.

"How's Cassie? Oh, what about Dillan?" She cackled even harder. I glared and watched as she sat down on my seat. I closed my eyes and had the flames disappear. It's easier to do when I'm angry.

"See here, you need to come back. We've got a whole army ready to drag you by your hair. Experiments. Syringes. Potions. Aren't you excited?!" I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head.

The guy who killed Lindy looks like me- red and scarred. Must be my imagination lingering. Valencia growled at him as he circled me. He had stormy blue eyes and raven black hair. He seemed to be in his twenties once my imagination disappeared and he was back in human form. His dagger was stained red with Lindy's blood. I glared at him as he examined me. He smirked as Valencia got up and slapped the back of his head.

"Sorry about my brother. He just found out about my little... circle." She defended, I glanced back to the guy and stuck my tongue out. He pretended to pout and I felt anger rise in my throat. "We get to take you back to the attic. You ready? Of course you are, let's go!" She grabbed her knife and quickly sliced through my thick straitjacket. If I ever learn to talk, I better ask her where she got that knife.

I violently shook my head but Valencia grabbed my arms and her brother grabbed my legs, I wanted to scream but no sound came out. So I did what I did best, I kicked and tried to throw punches. 

She mentioned Cassie. 

Valencia is dead.

"Don't kick," her brother pleaded, I realized he was silently begging with me. I took a deep breath, this is useless, I can never get out of his grip nor Valencia's. I'm going back to the attic. Hell on Earth.

I squirmed as they brought me out of the room. Dillan. Is she okay? She better be getting out.

The ceiling began to collapse and I gasped as it fell down to pierce me in the stomach. No blood. Nothing, a big chunk of ceiling is just lingering on my stomach and I feel nothing. I shot a bewildered glance to Valencia's brother who was at my feet yet he didn't notice my horror because he somehow scooped both of my ankles into one hand and threw a dagger at one of the attendants. Darn it, he killed Jacs, I love Jacs. I couldn't watch as my mind made Jacs's skin peel away revealing muscles and they rot leaving bone.

"Jace! I called killing him!" Valencia whined. I scowled and closed my eyes to imagine that the ceiling wasn't about to topple on my like jenga.

"You were too slow, big sister." He answered, I could hear the smirk in his voice but I didn't dare open my eyes.

I felt a shard of glass stab my arm, the blood trickling from the wound. Of course I'm going to wince! I just got stabbed. I opened my eyes to see that they busted me out of a window, so I really did get hurt. Crud!

I glanced back to the building and tried to find Dillan, all I saw was white uniforms bloodied on the ground as Valencia and Jace stuffed me into the van. Jace stayed with me as Valencia hopped in the front to start driving away from the massacre.

"Your name is Eddie?" Jace whispered, I didn't dare look at him. I just stared out of the blacked out windows trying to find Dillan. She has to be okay. Why did I do this? Why did I feel the need to be 'protected'? Why did I join this stupid circle?

Jace grabbed my arm with the bleeding but I didn't look, I can't do this. 

"Eddie?"

The sound came from the passengers seat and I glanced up to see ruffled brown hair. Cassie. My heart pounded against my chest, she's dead. Am I dead? Did I get shot and this is some messed up dream? I closed my eyes and opened them again. She was gone. Cassie's dead. I let go. I let go.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Valencia cackled in her high pitched voice. 

I glanced up to her and met her eyes in the rear view mirror. If stares could kill then she'd be dead. Carcass with scavengers pacing around for their fair share of the meal. She immediately stopped cackling and then something cold pressed against my arm which had it sting. I jumped and glared at Jace. He was applying rubbing alcohol to my wound. 

He raised his hands in surrender then reached for my arm again. This time I bit my lip as he applied the alcohol to my wound. I'm pretty sure my lip is dead by now, I can taste the trademark irony taste of blood.

When Jace was done, he wrapped gauze around the cut and I realized that I could see bone. My hands got numb and my eyes were jerking. Jace noticed my reaction and whispered, "It'll heal."

I DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT! You are seriously kidnapping me! I wanted to scream at him that he's a psychopath! Instead, I forced a smile, tried to make the best out of my kidnapping. You can't just try to be my friend after you took me out of my 'home'.

The van abruptly halted to a stop and I froze. We are here. I see the manor, it's even bigger than last time. Jace wrapped his hand around my wrist to drag me out. I wanted to snarl but I let him drag me, my feet scoffing against the sidewalk. Inside the manor, all the furniture were covered with white cloth like last time. Valencia cast me a sickening smile as I was already gulping because the clock rung with an evil tune you hear in horror movies.

"Ready for the attic?" Valencia purred. 

No. I'm not. Really. I tried to remain calm as they led me up the stairs, I heard pounding from the floor above me and I could hear screaming that the soundproof walls on the outside of the house can keep out from the outdoors. I remember the wails, I was the only one able to keep them. My secrets, my everything.

"Cassie's waiting for you," Valencia grinned. My heart fell. She's alive.