Through Hard Times. (Fantastic Foursome Fanfiction)

Anger

Sara’s POV (First Person)

I slammed Chris’ car door closed and jogged up to the steps, checking the time on my phone. 3:47 p.m.

“Shit!” I swore, pushing through the glass doors of the squat white building, getting shivers, as usual. I never liked this place. The energies were… off… wrong. I pulled my sunstone necklace out from under my shirt and clutched onto it, hoping its cleansed energy would help feel at ease. I took a deep breath and walked up to the reception lady, her wiry white hair pulled into a tight bun and cold eyes staring into Sara’s.

“She’s been waiting for you.” She sneered, pointing towards one of the office doors behind her. I muttered my apologies and slid in, gently closing the door behind me.

“You’ve made it!” I quickly spun around and gave Dr. Sheryl Tracy what I hoped was a convincing smile. She was sitting behind a steel metal desk, her fingers laced on top of it. Also on the desk was a laptop, office phone, and couple plants, though nothing special. Behind her was a giant copy of “The Scream”—pretty much the most terrifying painting, ever—amongst others, all of them looking twisted and dark.

“Yeah, sorry, I came as fast as I could—” Sheryl cut me off by holding her hand up, her eyes cold and calculating, though her smile appeared warm,

“No need to worry, it’s been a rather slow day.” I nodded and took a seat in the metal chair that sat on the opposite side of the desk, folding my hands in my lap. Deep breaths, Sara. You can do this. Just remain calm.

“Do you know why I made this appointment?” I shrugged,

“To check on Pj’s progress?” That’s what these meetings have been like so far. I rubbed my arms, feeling a slight chill. I always felt guilty about doing this. I mean, it’s not like I’m doing anything wrong, right? It’s just… I feel like I should tell him… But he doesn’t even know I know!

I just, I saw him switch once, and… I don’t know! I didn’t know what to do? Should I tell him, not tell him?

I always knew there was something strange with him, though, because of his aura. Ever since I was a kid I was able to see them, turns out everyone in my grade could, but as they got older… they stopped being able to see them, and then they just forgot about it. But me, I never grew out of it… I just… stuck with me.  But usually they’re just one color, you know—but Pj’s… His was a mash of different colors—some positive, some negative—just fighting each other, trying to take over a light green one: his.

His natural aura was a pale, almost mint, green that barely outlined two inches of his body, after that, it’s just a mish mash of the others, all attacking the green one. I just shook it off when I first saw it, I thought there might’ve just been something wrong with me… But then he switched, and Dan said he’d left to see some friends, but I knew that wasn’t true. So I kind of… might of… followed him to the institute.

I could feel from a mile away how much he hated it there. I saw some his dreams. They were terrible. I had to get him out of there! They were going to keep him… until I convinced them to let him go—with the condition that I give them these updates.

So, you see? I have to do this! It’s the only way to keep him in the real world, with all of his friends, with me…

“It was, originally. But you said he switched earlier?” I nodded, trying swerve around memory of the utter terror that came when Phil told me he went missing.

“Uh… yeah,” I said nervously, “Apparently he left to get some air at, maybe, 8 in the morning? He didn’t come back for several hours…” I trailed off, thinking if I should tell her… about the voices… I’ve heard him talking to himself… I think he was talk to… them. “And, he, uh, I’ve heard him talk to the alters…” I muttered, sort of hoping she didn’t hear me. But she sat up straighter,