Fractured ⇔ Cube SMP (Sequel to Mirrors)

Chapter 7

-One Year Later-

I've lost track of time at this point.

Devon confirmed that I have post traumatic stress disorder.

So I'm not aloud to hold guns or be in fights.

They think I'll shoot myself or get myself killed on purpose.

The 'I'm an adult' excuse doesn't work very well under these circumstances.

To be honest, I'm starting to think I would too.

So they tell me to stay in my room and I do because I just never feel like moving.

Shit, maybe I am a bit depressed.

Stacy walked in and sat on my bed.

According to the others, she was the first to figure out my message.

She's a smart one.

"How're you doing?" She asked kindly.

I pulled my blanket over my head and groaned.

"Devon was wondering if you could clean up the room upstairs so we can have an infirmary."

I swung my legs over the side of my bed and yawned.

"I'll leave you to get ready."

Stacy left and I looked at the mirror on the wall.

"You might have it better over there." I whispered at my reflection.

I noticed my hair was getting dangerously long.

I grabbed the knife I hid under my bed and started chopping some off.

Devon walked in.

"Jay! You shouldn't have one of those!" He ran over and took it from me.

"I'm just trying to cut my hair."

"I'll ask Maddie to do that later. No weapons in your room!"

I rolled my eyes and put a hat on over the choppy mess.

Devon walked behind me and put something cold and light around my neck.

I looked down at the small metal piece.

It was the necklace Jordan gave me forever ago.

A tear fell from my eyelash.

'No, no, no! This isn't happening.' I thought as I rubbed the metal between my fingers.

I tried to hold it together and marched out the door and upstairs to clean the room.

I moved stuff around and threw things away.

Until I was digging through a duffel bag and my hand closed around a familiar leather.

I pulled my journal out of the bag and ran my fingers across the worn out and faded edges.

I took it back to my room.

I skimmed through the pages, soaking up the memories from when I was younger and wanted to remember everything.

I got to the last song but I saw black pen writing on the next page.

So I flipped to it and read.

'Hey there princess.

If you're reading this, I'm dead. Or at least, I hope you're reading this. I told Juliette to give this to you if I ever died. I do hope she kept the promise.

I wrote this while you were unconscious. Zach's saying you may never wake up. But I have faith in you, princess.

I'll talk to you again. If you don't wake up, I guess I'll talk to you then too.

Jordan told me about the whole mirror thing after you were taken. I didn't believe him at first until he took me to the house with the burial writing on the floor and broken mirror pieces. I don't really know what to say about it except for it must suck.

I don't think I really said it enough but I love you. I love you more than life itself.

That's why I need to tell you something. Something I've been keeping from the others.

There are Canadian groups coming down into Northern America to rescue groups trapped inside the walls they put up.

The reason I haven't told anyone is because I don't know where they are or how to get them to trust us.

But I think a smart girl like you can figure that out.

Tell the group this.

Get out of America.

I love you.

This is goodbye I guess.

Bye princess.

P.S. I totally read your journal. Those are songs, right? I like your taste in music. Hope you don't mind if I chose page 12 as our song?'

I smiled and laughed slightly as I cried.

I flipped to page 12.

It was C'mon by P!ATD and Fun.

I read the lyrics and cried more.

The floor creaked as someone walked up behind me.

Will sat next to me and hugged me.

"It's not fair..." I cried into his shoulder.

"I know, but we have to move on."

"I-I can't..." All feelings rushed back into me and I got up and started pacing, not knowing what to do with myself.

I looked around until my eyes landed on the mirror.

I stopped in front of it.

"This. Is. All. Your. Fault!" I shouted and, with all my might, punched the reflective glass.

I left one big indent while small cracks fractured everywhere.

Hey dere! Sadie here!

I can't wait to see how you guys see this chapter bc there in so many ways to interpret it.

Voting for the cube fic awards might start soon so keep an eye out bc I entered Mirrors in the Most Shocking Plot category and I would really appreciate it if some of you voted for it :D

I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH AHHHHHHHH

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