Indigo

XXVIII

Blake, to say the least, had become my new best friend. He immediately appreciated me and all of my powers; not taking any of them for granted. He took me in just like he had the others, though I'd arrived at the party a bit late.

But all good things must end, no matter what: the old me was trying to come back. Whenever I passed by a mirror, it was her who would be reflected, not me. She would talk to me through her image, telling me that this wasn't who I was. I would shout back at her that of course I was. That this was who I was created to be!

"No it isn't, Indigo!" She screamed. Her words made me lose control, my powers taking over completely without my consent. As I screamed in frustration, the mirror shattered into millions of tiny, splintered pieces. I looked around quickly, making sure no one had heard or seen me. I waved the fragments back into place, but not without consequence. She had shaken my new form that I had been so sure of. And once doubt exists in anyone's mind, it only grows.

I sprinted back to my room and thrashed the black lace together, sealing me off from Midnight's world. Panic began to take over and I paced around my room, hyperventilating. I ran my fingers along my scalp, pulling strands out and wrecking the formerly perfect chocolate ponytail. Finally, I took a deep breath and decided I needed to calm down and sleep.

Once I was in bed, my mind only wandered more, frightening me more than anything I could remember. I pulled the dark covers close around my face with shaking hands. I willed a record to slide out of the pile in the corner and gently landed it on the record player. I stared at it as the needle dropped down and the sweet sound of Pink Floyd echoed throughout the room.

We don't need no education. We don't no thought control.

As I drifted off into sleep, the other Indigo broke into my thoughts just enough for me to remember it. What she made me think resonated into my thoughts the entirety of the next day. Because part of me, though it was a minuscule part, knew she was right about what I was to Midnight.

In the morning, it was my first thought. I sat up and let the blankets fall off me, letting her quiet words escape in a whisper through my own lips, "All in all, I'm just another brick in the wall."
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Shaking myself out of the philosophical dream I had pushed myself into, I turned to the worst sound that existed: the loop of record static, signaling the long since ended music. I shivered as my naked feet hit the cold ground, recoiling at the temperature of the prison floor. I hurried over to the record player and shut it off before jumping back onto my bed and making the contents of the closet float out before me.

     I randomly picked out what looked the warmest and ordered the rest of the clothes back into their places. Even with jeans, a long sleeve shirt, boots and a jacket, the cold still bit through me. I smirked, despite the cold, and strutted out of my room. Who cared about cold when today was the day the torture would begin? Not for me, of course- in that case I'd be insane to smile- but for the two Amethysts I had in the cells.

Hey. A voice seemed to echo behind be. I whirled around, but no one was there.

"Whoever's there..." I started, charging the air around me with electricity.

No one's there, Indigo. It's just us, don't get all freaked out. It was at that point I wondered if I really was insane. I mean, normal people don't just randomly have voices in their head.

Who are you? I asked shakily inside my mind.

You know perfectly well who I am. The voice responded immediately. I put on a brave face and pretended like she wasn't bothering me as I made my way to breakfast, talking to the voice all the while.

Hello, me.

A sound like laughter-not cruel, but happy- echoed throughout my brain. Yep.

What do you want? You aren't a part of me anymore. I asked. A sigh took to the space of my head as I sat down at the table, where the other Hounds were already sitting.

I'm here to remind you who you are. She said. My fingers clenched around the spoon I was dishing myself with.

"This is who I am, you idiot!" I shouted. Immediate silence followed my outburst. "Sorry," I looked up and apologized.

"You alright?" Zachariah asked though a mouthful of eggs and a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, I'm fine," I lied. Yeah, I'm doing just perfect. Yeah, right. Liar.

That's right, Indigo. She began. If that had been Lucas, would you have lied? No, you wouldn't have. You tell Lucas everything, you obviously can't talk to the Hounds the same way.

I stared down at my plate and hoped that no one could see my expression through my dark hair. Don't you dare bring Lucas into this.

See, you miss him more than you know how to deal with. Just because she was right didn't mean I'd let her know it.

Shut your trap or I'll forcefully get rid of you. I'm sure Midnight can find a way, if you'd prefer that. I threatened.

Alright, alright. I'll leave you alone, just for now. I didn't hear anything else, so I assumed she was being honest.

"Are you hungry?" Sophie piped up for the first time, holding out a plate of potatoes.

"No!" My voice came out much harsher than I'd meant it to. Sophie pulled the potatoes back. "I mean..." I tried again. "Never mind." She looked away awkwardly as everyone went back to eating. Midnight was mostly just scraping around the helping of potatoes he'd gotten with his fork. Everything was quiet, but comfortable. Wrecking it in 3...2...1.

     "Hey, Erin?" I turned towards her as she looked up.

     "Yeah?" She shot Brayden a glance before looking back to me, as if she was asking him for permission.

     "Well, I was just wondering... Where's that stuff that you tortured my parents with?" I asked bluntly. Erin choked on her piece of toast and I think I heard some forks fall to the floor.

     "What?" She made a strange noise: like she was being strangled. I wondered why they were all looking at me like that. Then I realized they didn't know I knew about that.

"You know, that silver tray? I wanted to get some info out of the girls," I continued regardless.

"Correct me if I'm wrong," Brayden spoke up, " -but you were one of them, don't you know everything you need to?" I sighed, frustrated, but responded in a mostly even tone.

"No. I only joined their pack," I spit the word out like poison, "a few months ago. The rest of them have been there for years. They know so many more secrets than I do. Plus," I smirked, "it'll be fun."
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Wazzup?!
Hey guys, it's AJ! Sorry for not updating last weekend. I was at a wedding, and I was a bridesmaid, so I didn't have any time for writing.😓 But here's a chapter now! Hope you all enjoyed.

-AJ