A Beautiful Reflection From Firework Eyes

Make A Wish On Our Sorry Little Hearts

I got a potato thrown at me (it was mushy) and was told to update, so here. You can probably guess who shows up by the title. 

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I can't fall asleep. It's not the first time I've had this issue, but today has been one of the worst. I shift again, rolling over on my side to try to get more comfortable, but nothing works. I can hear Kellin's steady breathing from across the room and sigh, leaning back against my pillows again. With my luck, I'll maybe get an hour or two of sleep before they come and get us for Study again.

As I stare at the door and the faint light shining through, I swear I see the walls shimmer, but it's probably the lack of sleep getting to my brain. I sit up quickly, scanning the room, just to make sure, but everything's the same. I must be imagining things. I run my hand over my face, moving to lie back down, but something catches my eye.

The towel is on the ground.

I frown as I stare at it for a few seconds. I could swear it was hanging on the rack just a second

I push my sheets off of me, standing up in the center of the room. Kellin is still fast asleep on his bunk, curled toward the wall, his lips slightly parted. I can't help but smile at the sight as I cross the room, reaching to pick up the towel.

A cold hand clamps over my mouth, and I let out a muffled yelp of surprise. I struggle to free myself, but my captor is stronger than me. My left hand sparks dangerously, and I'm shoved roughly against the wall, losing my concentration on the flames.

"Shut it," the voice whispers.

"What the hell?" I shove at the air in front of me. My hand makes contact with something—someone who lets out a grunt.

A boy with dark brown hair about my age shimmers into appearance in front of me, an annoyed expression on his face. The number M-52 is printed across his uniform.

"What was that for?" he asks.

I stare at him. "What was that for?" I splutter. "How did you even get in—"

"Invisibility. Duh." He gestures to himself.

"No, how did you unlock the door and get out?" I've tried to unlock it from the inside, even tried to melt through the door, but it is too strong. I ended up passing out for three days. Not to mention the punishment for using my powers was being locked up in the Dark Room for two nights. I shudder at the memory.

"Oh, that." He waves his hand dismissively. "Alex's gotten pretty good with his powers."

"Alex?" I ask. I'm assuming he's one of the others.

"My roommate. I'm Jack by the way."

"Vic." I gesture to Kellin's sleeping form. "That's Kellin."

"Nice to meet you, Vic," Jack pulls open the door. "Coming?"

I nod, following him into the dimly lit hallway after one last glance around my room. I would wake Kellin up, but after the day he's had, I know I should let him sleep. Jack grabs my hand, his skin cold against my always warm hands. I feel a strange sensation running through my skin, like something crawling down my arms. It's not uncomfortable, but not exactly pleasant either. When I look down at myself, I can only see the cement floor beneath me.

"Whoa," I whisper.

"Weird, huh?" Jack's disembodied voice says from beside me. "Just make sure you're in contact with me. Or you'll be visible. And keep quiet. I can't mask the sound."

I feel him tugging on my hand as he leads me away from the room, shutting the door quietly behind us and latching it. Apprehension runs through me as I do so. I've never left this room without one of the guards telling me to do so. For a moment, I wonder what will happen if I'm locked out. Jack said that Alex could unlock the doors, but what if he wasn't able to? How badly would they beat me up? How long would they throw me in the Dark Room for? At least Kellin won't get blamed. I push the thoughts from my mind as Jack pulls me down the hall.

Kellin and my room is located at the end of the hall. From what I've seen, the building is made up of two halls, one on top of the others. The study and practice rooms are located on this floor while most of the rooms are on the top floor, including where the guards are. That's why I haven't seen most of the others—they mostly stay on the top floor.

The ground floor is mostly made up of the kitchen and several closets and warehouses. And the Dark Room. I shiver as I pass by it. It's an involuntary reaction, but every time I see it, I can't help but remember what happened.

Jack tugs me up the stairs, past the dark practice rooms. We both freeze as a guard walks by. I hold my breath, praying he keeps going, but he pauses, staring into the shadows where Jack and I are frozen. He rubs his eyes and panic flashes through me. I remember how I noticed the walls shimmering in my room. If he sees us—then we're—

The guard shakes his head, continuing down the hall. I wait until his footsteps have faded before letting out a breath.

"That was close," Jack mutters as he tugs me down the hall, moving faster than before.

Finally, he stops at a door, one identical to mine, a three painted on the door, rapping on it lightly three times. "So he knows it's me," he mutters to me. He waits three seconds before unlatching it and opening it to reveal the boy I saw earlier.