Laney Silvers is deemed crazy. After a run in with an armed thief, her telekinesis secret is out. Her parents -instead of being thankful they're alive- send her to Marigold Mental Institution for Troubled Teens. Laney, being the rebel of her school, is welcoming the facility with open arms.
But the dark secrets at Marigold Institution may be too much for Laney. Even she doesn't have that much courage. See, something's been awakened but no one will say anything. The name 'Madeleine Farrow' makes the staff cringe. All the mirrors are cracked and windows are all boarded up.
Why are there charred pictures of a child with her face scratched out? What is really going on, right under Laney and her friends' noses?
Laney find herself caught up in a history far crazier than just telekinesis. She must now fight for her life because it may be the only thing she has left.


4. Chapter 03

Chapter 3

            Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

            The stupid clock in the detention room made my fingers curl into fists. Because of my big mouth, I was stuck serving detention. And Camille was running loose, probably laughing about it.

            Camille was my best friend, but we were so different. I didn’t know how we managed to stay friends.

            She was very quiet and deadly. It worked in her favor because no one ever suspected her. She was also really smart and thought more like a robot than I did. We were just so strange and no one ever saw it coming when we became friends.

            The doubters...

            The downside was that we would fight a lot. I didn’t usually react the way I did because I knew it would pass. But when Camille went to mention Carlos, I thought it was too much.

            She knew how I was so guilty afterward. It wasn’t right and I just couldn’t get her words out of my mind. Was it really that bad? Why did Camille care? It wasn’t like she was my mother or anything...

            But what if, I started off. The rest of the thought was filled with strange theories. Oh, dear God!

            I was sitting in the back with my phone under the desk. The teacher was insane if he thought I’d actually be doing nothing. I wouldn’t even do homework. Thank God there was an internet connection here.

            My feet were propped up against the desk and when the door swung open, I didn’t pay attention. It was only when someone moved my desk and caused my feet to swing off, did I scowl.

            “Colster,” I sneered, without looking up. He was the only one stupid enough to anger me.

            “So, how are you holding up, Silvers?”

            “How do you think I’m doing?” My rhetorical question nor my acidic voice didn’t seem to faze him.

            “Well, you’ve seen better days. I mean you’re moody, but I didn’t think you were this moody.” He chuckled once before lounging on the chair beside me.

            “Go away. I’m already waist-deep in pain. I don’t need a double serving of idiot on top of that,” I said, sighing.

            He laughed at my insult. It wasn’t that much of an insult though.

 “I’m ditching, don’t wait up.” He saluted with two fingers before taking off.

            So why did you enter the room in the first place?

            I was faced with an interesting decision. I could’ve been an annoying little brat and tell on him, I could’ve let it pass, or I could’ve done exactly what he did. They all seemed like they had their different repercussions.

            The first one would’ve probably made me lose my title as ‘rebel’ and probably make Travis hate me even more than he already did. It did have its perks though. Travis would get in trouble, but was that really my pain motive. I wasn’t a snitch and I didn’t really want to get into trouble.

            The second option was probably the most like me. I didn’t care, nor did I want to care.

            But the third was what my mind set to do. I wasn’t ‘Little-Miss-Goodie-Two-Shoes.’ I was a girl who played pranks and serving detention didn’t seem like a good idea. Plus, there was actually no one else here.

            It was silence.

            Even the teacher ditched! I didn’t see why I had to stay in an empty classroom when there were empty video game stations that needed to be occupied.

            “What am I still doing here,” I wondered to myself aloud. I must’ve sounded like an animal lover that talked to her pet, but I didn’t care.

            I swung my legs off the desk and walked out. I was half expecting someone to stop me, or at least tell me what I was doing was wrong. There was no one.

            The halls were dead silent except for the clacking of my shoes on the hard, tile floors. I felt as if I was breaking a rule far worse than pranks and a part of me liked it. I was sneaking out of detention and though I wasn’t giddy, it definitely made me feel more relaxed and outside the box.

            When I got outside, I was hit with the cold November air. I didn’t have a jacket and the leaves on the ground were moving faster than even when they were on a tree.

            My house didn’t seem that far away, but I’d rather have stayed at Camille’s house. Her parents were just so warm and inviting. The best part was they were... there. I wasn’t bashing my parents, but it would’ve been nice to see them once in a while. They’re work shouldn’t have taken away from their time with me, but I understood their point of view.

            They were trying to set up my career by making all the money and I should’ve been grateful. I was grateful, I just...

            Laney, why are you thinking about that? A voice in my head was reprimanding me. It was one of those moments I thought I really did have a split personality disorder.

            “Do you need a ride?” A senior from my school was in his car and was driving slowly beside me. I didn’t even know him and he was trying to give me a ride. What did he take me for, an idiot?

            “Thanks,” I started out sweetly. “But no thanks.”

            “Oh come on. Don’t be like that. I’ll let you push the buttons,” he said, winking. Was that supposed to sweeten the deal? I shook my head as I walked past him.

            It wasn’t just that I didn’t know him. There was something taunting in his nonchalant, melodic voice and manipulative brown eyes that made my eyebrow rise. It may not have been a big deal, but half of the time, my intuition was right.

            I could hear the sounds of the car engine behind me. He was still following me. “I’m sorry, do you want something?” Hostility seemed like a good approach at the moment.

            “Yes,” he answered shamelessly. “I’d like to give you a ride. You seem like a pretty girl and I like pretty girls.” The way he said that made me shiver back in disgust. It seemed so disgusting even though it wasn’t the intent. There was a trace of innocence in his statement even though it was definitely something.

Why did he seem so familiar?

“Dude, leave me alone. I don’t even know you,” I snapped angrily. There was no coolness in my voice, nor was there any patience left in my half-empty glass.

“Michael Jenner? Travis –or as you call him, Colster’s– best man friend.” His dark skin and matching brown eyes made him look charming, though I could see things that were much different.

There was a hidden ruthlessness in his

“Nope. Doesn’t ring a bell,” I lied smoothly. “Go away before I do something to you. Did you like the crickets? I’ll make you my personal target if I have to,” I threatened in a little girl voice. It seemed all the more scary so I thought it would’ve been appropriate.

He hissed in frustration before driving off.

Smart boy.

I could hear mutters of the words revenge and death, but I didn’t care enough to dig deeper.

The rest of the walk was definitely something. My thoughts went in through one ear and came out through the other. I couldn’t keep a single thought in my head. There was something that was going to happen.

I could feel it.

It was second sense if you needed an explanation. I always had some kind of intuition on things that would happen. The only thing was that most of my intuition was direction at bad things. It was as if I attracted bad luck like a magnet.

Not very good for my case.

“I’m just saying we need to start being there for her!” There was yelling when I reached my house. It came from a feminine voice and my heart stopped in my chest.

I recognized that voice. It was the same voice I had heard countless times before. But it was also that voice that was always leaving me. Never being there for me...

I didn’t want to go into the house. I didn’t want to face my mother or father. They were probably having another argument about me. It made me nervous whenever they did, just because I was fine. They just refused to believe it.

Something crashed and the sound echoed from the side of the house. I ran toward my alley, trying to make no noise. The icy wind whipped at my semi-tan face and pushed my hair back.

I had a clear view of the ‘wreckage’ but there was nothing. The wall outside looked exactly the same. It was as if it had never been jostled or anything had been smashed against it.

I was so sure there would be something there. It sounded like someone had driven a car into the house.

“Fine then!” A male voice –my dad– yelled in a slight Spanish accent . “Why did I even agree to this? I should’ve stayed in Nicaragua. At least there I don’t have grief! Laney can live without me, since you think I’m an unfit parent!” I staggered back in shock.

I didn’t think that and the anger in Dad’s voice was shocking. It wasn’t directed at me, no, it was directed in himself.

The metal front door swung open and then shut. A man in a suit and an angry expression walked out. He even didn’t bother to look in my direction. His hair was usually neatly combed, but today, it looked wilder and in disarray. What struck me the most were his eyes. They were a beautiful cool grey that contrasted with his tan skin.

He swept past me in fast motion. It was only when I yelled out in shock did he turn his head. “Laney,” he said in a cold, monotonous voice. “Hello. I have to go. Me and your mother are having a little dispute,” he said, downplaying the entire thing.

            “Do you think I’m stupid?” I raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. His eyes darkened in anger.

            “I see you’re still the same spitfire you were before I left,” he commented in an angry voice. It didn’t seem angry though, it was in more of a teasing manner.

            “So, are you going to swallow your oversized pride?”

            “Your mother expects me to be there for you. Do you need coddling? I work very hard to put a roof over our head and food on the table. She isn’t the least bit grateful. It isn’t like she was to work hours to put in your college tuition. We aren’t rich and she thinks we need to be. What am I supposed to do?” He was venting to his fifteen year old daughter.

            Was that not the least bit strange?

            I patted him on the back awkwardly. “Hey, it’s fine. Do you remember the reason you fell in love with her? Yeah, just keep that in mind,” I suggested quietly.

            He nodded in a semi-determined voice. He reminded me of a child after a scolding. It was funny. I never expected to see my parents until Christmas. It was nice that they were able to come back from their hectic lives at work.

            “Why was there a really loud crash?” When I asked, his face paled slightly and he cursed lowly in Spanish.

            I didn’t actually get an answer. He just looked at me nervously and scampered back into the house. My father was many things, but he was barely ever nervous about anything.

            Great, I thought sarcastically. More secrets. I had my suspicions about my parents and their secrets, but they were only bits and pieces. I didn’t have a full solid idea on what they were up to. I just knew it started with my brother –Carlos– died.

            I just never asked. Out of respect, obviously. My parents knew who I was even though I didn’t really know who they were.

            I walked into the oddly silent house. The kitchen –where the crash came from– had absolutely no damage. It still looked as clean as before I left for school.

            There was also no yelling. The only sounds that could’ve been heard were the mechanical tumbles of the washing machine. Everything else in the crème walled house was completely silent.

            “Mom?” I looked around, peering at the top of the stairs. Where could she have gone? She was just here –yelling– a minute ago.

            There was an odd feeling inside my chest. It was pulling me towards the second floor. Even against my own brain, I followed it. I was slightly unsure of what to make of my intuition. Was this another time where it went haywire? Was it something I would end up regretting?

            Eh, ‘what if’s’ are what hold people back, I thought snidely.

            I ended up outside the door to my parents’ bedroom. They seemed to be in there, conversing quietly. Why did that have anything to do with strange intuition? I was probably just paranoid.

            That was, until I looked at the strange glow emitting from inside the room. It was a beautiful forest green and it seemed to make the walls a little more outdoorsy.

            Like I was fearless, I walked into the room.

            What I saw in there not only surprised me, but the other person in the room.








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