Arder hadn't left Sophie's guest room in four days. The colour that was once in her life was gone. She had never woken up during the night because she was never asleep. Everything seemed pointless: every breath, every word, every blink of the eye. She couldn't even rely on Grey, who had never returned her call. "Arder, I'm going downstairs," Sophie called through the door.Arder didn't reply. She just sat silently, staring out the window. The sky was a light blue, and it seemed like a perfect day to be outside. At least, it was for everyone else-- not a single part of her wanted to leave the room. "Your mother's coming over today," Sophie said. Arder looked behind her at the closed door."Why?" she asked. There was no answer for a few moments, making her believe that the other girl had already left. She turned her attention to the phone on the desk in front of her. No one had called, not even Lexie's other friends."She said she wanted to check on you," Sophie finally responded. Ar
"Why?" Arder asked. His question confused her in ways she didn't want to admit. Nevertheless, everything became uncertain the second she saw her best friend lying cold and bloody in that bathroom.He shrugged. "I don't know. I just thought that if I were you, I'd feel better knowing the person who did it was locked up." The girl hesitated, her hand feeling heavy in his. She told herself that there was no need to ask anymore questions, that she could trust him. "Well, hopefully they will soon. They might have some of the killer's DNA, actually," she said. She carefully watched his expression for any signs of fear, but if he knew anything, he certainly didn't show it. His expression stayed stone cold, almost angry. He stared straight ahead. "That's good." "Where were you all this time?" she blurted out. The question had been nagging at the back of her mind for every second of those four days. It had caused suspicion, and she hated it. Arder looked down, seeing her hands shake. He to
Arder walked to the nearby street in a daze. She felt like she could no longer trust herself; what she had seen was impossible. She thought about what she could do, going through every possible option, but the only one that made sense was heading home. Maybe I've been asleep all this time, her mind suggested. But it wasn't true and she knew that. The wings had been right before her eyes, stretching out towards the sky almost like a crow's. "Dark and mysterious, like a reflection of himself," she scoffed, referring to Grey. The road back home looked cracked and jagged now that she was on foot. Arder hadn't even noticed the many potholes when she was in her mother's car, but it was hard not to now that she was walking. With the hot sun beating down on her, she started her long trek. The bright road ahead made her feel like the day was mocking her. It was perfectly sunny, the fully bloomed flowers on the side of the pavement looking lush and beautiful. Turning onto her street, she t
Waking up gasping for breath, Arder fell to the floor with a thump. The dream was still fresh in her mind, the sounds and colors as vivid as the scarlet of her hair.Was that really just a dream or a memory? her mind whispered.She remembered that day, except the way she remembered it was much different. As she recalled, her grandmother had asked her if she was okay with her mom going out with Adam. That was a day she regretted more than Aubrey knew. "Arder?" her mother called from up on the bed. With one hand on the elbow that had first hit the floor, Arder got into an upright position. "Yeah, Mom?" she asked. The closest window to the bed was left open, and the silk curtains billowed in the wind. She wondered what time it was and how long they'd been asleep. It was now dark outside, but she knew that if it was that late Adam would have come upstairs.Her mother shuffled on the bed, making it creak under her weight. "What was that noise?" she asked.Arder twisted her arm to check
“You’re going to school,” Sophie said. “I’m not going to be responsible for your bad grades.” “I thought you said we’d figure it out.” She had been in disbelief when Sophie said that the night before; now she knew that she was rightly so. Arder didn’t resent her for it, though. It wasn’t exactly something Sophie could take her word for.“We will,” the other girl promised, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t go to school. Maybe if you just talk to him you can get some answers.”Arder sighed in protest and climbed off the mattress. “We need to find out what happened to Lexie. What if he knows something?” she pleaded. Erasing that constant feeling of guilt inside her mind was all she could think of, and if Grey knew something, she was determined to find out what it was.“Arder,” Sophie murmured, voice soft. “Is that what this is about? You’re trying to find out who killed her?”The redhead silently pushed past her into the living room and plopped down onto the couch. The knife, still hidd
In an attempt to escape his hold, Arder pulled her arm backwards. Though he still held on and dragged her down the hallways. "Let me go," Arder demanded. She was not afraid of him, but she did want to get as far away as possible. Grey just continued to ignore her and pulled her outside the building. Arder wondered why none of the students were even glancing their way, it was if they no longer cared. Before they all had been staring at her without even caring if she caught them. "What do you want?"Now outside the school, the gold in Grey's eyes gleamed. The corners of his mouth were turned down into a frown, and he sighed. "Look, I can explain it if you want? I doubt you'll believe me though," Grey said. He then released her arm and took a step back. "Which is why-""Cyrus?" Arder gasped. For all this time she had been wondering what had happened to him and how he had died, but now there he was. The pink scar running across his face with jagged markings was still present, and after al
Arder jumped out of her chair and backed away from Cyrus. She glanced over at Grey, begging him to look at her. Finally when he did look up from his magazine he looked to his father instead. She knew she was the one who had been doubting him, that she had thought he knew who killed Lexie. Maybe he had known, but without him on her side she felt ganged up on. "And how do you plan on doing that?" Arder demanded. Cyrus hesitated before he opened his mouth to speak, "Well in the past, trauma was what had triggered it." He took off his suit jacket and laid it across his desk. "That oddly enough, hasn't worked with you."Arder thought about what he had said, wondering what he meant about how it didn't work. She now understood what he was, and for some unknown reason to herself, she believed it. Knowing the necklace wasn't from her father broke her heart. She had worn it for so long that it now just felt silly. It had been a symbol to her, one to always remind her of her father. Except now
Standing up from the couch, Arder backed away from Grey. "You mean I would be like you?" She asked. He looked to the ground, almost ashamedly and nodded. "I need some air, I'm going to go see if they have a backyard," Arder said. She watched as he ran a hand through his hair, before forcing herself to walk out the back door. Arder kept telling herself that he had a part in this too, that he had lied and known who killed Lexie all this time. Still, some part of her cared about him, and that scared her. Outside the house was an old porch with steps leading down to a small backyard. Even though the grass was all dead and brown, it was still fresh air, and exactly what Arder needed. She took deep breaths, trying to calm her racing nerves. She knew what they had told her was true, it was all true. Though she still felt like it was some sick joke. She sat down on the edge of the porch and let her legs dangle down. "Arder?" Grey asked from behind her. He crossed the porch and sat down nex