"Lauren." Chase whispered. I looked around. Deliah had me, Chase, and Taylor in some sort of room. Gosh, she must've known I was claustriphobic, because it's small. "Lauren." Chase whispered again. "Yeah?" I said. "You okay?" He asked. "I'm fine." I mumbled. I realized I was laying on the ground beside him, but he had his arms around me. Taylor punched the concrete wall next to a mirror and cursed under his breath. I've never seen him mad 'til now. Screaming came from the hallway outside the door. Chase ran to the door, leaned his ear against it, and looked at me, terrified. I've never seen him scared. Ever. "It's Alice." He whispered. I got up and tried to unlock the door. It wouldn't budge so I punched the wall, too. Probably not a good idea, 'cause I broke my knuckle and my hand started bleeding. Wait. Bleeding? I broke something? I'm claustriphobic again? Chase stared at me. Taylor was pale again, his eyes red. He stared and my bleeding knuckle and looked at Chase. "No no no no." Chase said to Taylor. "Please?" He pleaded. "No, not her." He said. "Chase..." I said. "You're not pale anymore." I said, worried. I looked in the mirrror and realized my eyes were green again and I had my old tan. Suddenly I felt weak. I fell to the ground and cried. How could Deliah do this to us?