Serena Willows has always had something unusual about her, and she is determined to learn more about it. One day, her parents die a tragic death while secretively speaking about a gift that she has.


2. Sapphire Blue

I follow Ruby down the halls of the building in which I was previously held captive. I’m still incredibly confused as to what has happened to me, but I guess that’ll have to wait until later since I’m running for my life right now,  I think.

It feels as if we’ve been in here for hours, weaving through the hallways lined with steel, glancing behind our backs every few seconds to make sure we aren’t being followed. Ruby seems so calm and contained on the outside, I on the other hand, well..

Ruby then yanks me backwards pulls me behind her into a gap in the thick steel walls of the building.

“What are you doing?!” I say in a whisper.

“SHUT UP!” she whisper screams at me. “I hear footsteps, and they’re getting closer, so if you really want to die, then why don’t you just go and walk on out there” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I quickly shut my mouth and inch backwards away from her. The footsteps keep growing closer and closer, and as they stop, I get a terrible headache, worse than any other headache I’ve ever gotten. The figure is about to look around the corner where we are hiding, when an alarm goes off.

“Code red! Code red!” I hear. “Subject Sapphire has gone missing from their cell. If you come within sight of the Subject, please notify security and the facility personnel immediately. You are not to engage in physical violence. Instead, contain the Subject at once.”

The figure turns back around the other side of the corner, barely missing us. Both Ruby and I sigh in relief, but then, an extremely sharp jolt runs through my head. I collapse to the floor in pain, writhing in agony.

“What’s happening to me?” I manage to choke out to Ruby.

She’s not paying attention to me, instead, she’s doing something on her gadget, probably finding a way to get us out of here.

Then, she nonchalantly responds, “Well sweetheart, when you are in your teens, your      body—," 

“No!” I interrupt her, “There’s something wrong with my head, and you would have noticed, if you weren’t so busy messing with that.. thing!”.

“Actually, it’s a—-, oh my..” she looks down at me, “this cannot be good.”

Those are the last words I hear from her before I black out from the pain.   I wake up to a blinding light shining down on my face. Thankfully, I feel no pain anymore.

“Look who’s awake. I might just have to seriously adopt the name “Sleeping Beauty” for you,” Ruby says, looking down on me with her emerald green eyes.

“Actually, my names Serena. Serena Willows.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to do a proper introduction then, now that you’re safe,” she says.

I look around at my surroundings. I’m in a clinical bed, smack dab in the middle of a bleak, empty room. There are no windows to the outside.

“Helloooo, helloooo, HELLOOO! ARE YOU ALIVE SERENA?!” Ruby yells in my face.

“Oops, sorry. I guess I was zoning out..”

“So,” she says. “Let’s start out fresh. Hi! I’m Ruby Jacobson. Nice to meet you.”

“Hey,” I mumble. “I’m Serena Willows. Thanks for saving my life.”

“Okay, good. Let’s do a game of ten questions,” she says. “I’ll go first. How old are you?” she asks me.

“I’m seventeen, and I turn eighteen in a week,” I respond. “Where am I?” I question her.

“I’m afraid that’s classified, for now. How do you view the government?”

“It depends, I haven’t thought about it much, but I feel as if the government is hiding critical pieces of information from us,” I answer. “What’s your job?”

“I’m afraid that’s also classified. Next time, try questions that are not related to my job or this place.”

These questions keep going on, but I gain no real information from Ruby’s answers. I have one final question though...

“Who am I?”

“I’m not in the position to tell you that, Serena.”

“But I need answers. All my life, secrets have been hidden from me, I’ve lived with this— jewel— on my face, I don’t know who I really am, and all I want, all I ask for, is the truth. Not some made-up, condensed version. Spare me no details. You people found me and rescued me for a reason. I was kidnapped for a reason. My parents were murdered for a  reason. All of these unanswered questions I have, I feel like they’re connected. I’m not being told something here, and I just want the truth.”

“So be it,” Ruby hesitantly answers me.

“You want the truth, you’ll get the truth. But you probably won’t like it.”

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