The School for 'Special' People

Find Her

One week later, and things at the school are running normally abnormal as usual. Still no word from Margaret, and no way to determine if she's safe or not. My nerves are on high from all the suspense.
Something feels off to me. Something I just can't put a finger on. It's nagging at the back of my mind, but I push it away. 

I walk down the hallway and pass Gwen. When I see her watching me I quickly lower my eyes to the floor. In a whoosh of air she is striding alongside me. I flinch, almost forgetting her super speed.

"Wanna walk with me?"

We stroll out into the field and towards the base of a hill.

"Race you to the top." She says jokingly.

I'm still a little miffed, but I chuckle anyways.

We reach the top and I try to hide the fact that I'm panting a little. Man, how out of shape am I?
I look over at Gwen, who's gazing out at the small town. I do have to admit. It's a pretty nice view from up here.

"I love being able to see everything from a higher perspective. Sometimes I wish I could fly."

As if one superpower wasn't enough, I think, but keep it to myself.

She seems happy, content, as if the events from last week never happened. I can't take it anymore, so I ask the question.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I blurt out. "I knocked you out the other day, next thing I know you're giving me a photo of my sister and taking walks with me?"

She stares for a second and then laughs. Her head thrown back, wind floating through her short, dark hair, her eyes squeezed shut.

"I just thought you might want to have a friend." she says with a smile. A genuine, happy smile. I don't know what to say.

"Um does Josh no longer exist?"

"Nah he just doesn't count."

I guess my expression was enough to change her mind because she adds, "Well I guess I could be your other friend."

It still doesn't make any sense. We were clawing at each other's throats just a little while ago. 

"I thought we were enemies."

"Oh my gosh Eva, that was so eight days ago. Get with the times." She draws out the words in a comical voice.

I crack a smile.

"See! You're already getting used to it!" She laughs and pats my shoulder.

"Now, I'm no psychic, but something is clearly on your mind."

"How many supernatural powers do you want?" I ask in mock disbelief.

"Your sister." 

Wow. That changed the mood.

"What about her?" I ask, my voice shaking slightly.

"You tell me. My guess is you really want to know where she is right now."

I nod.

"Then why don't you open your eyes and find her?"

I sit on my bed, staring at the tiny photograph of my sister. She looks happy and carefree. Nothing like she did when we were still moving from place to place. I notice the side of the photo is ripped. I rum my finger along the jagged edge, wondering what was torn off.

Then why don't you open your eyes and find her? 

The words ring in my ears. 

Because it's not that simple, Gwen. 

The sun sinks lower to the horizon, washing my face in golden light. I shiver.

Open your eyes and find her.

I wish it were that easy.

Then we could be a happy, reunited family, with the exception of my dead parents. I really wish I had something to remember them by. At least I have a picture of Margaret.

Open your eyes.

Somehow I feel as though I'll know if she dies.

Well then that means she's still alive and fighting. I know in my heart she's not dead yet.
The chill creeps back in. I shiver violently once more.

Find her.

And then it clicks.