It's now Thursday lunchtime, and Izzy is finally here after not being here all week. She sits down with us, a sickly sweet smile on her face, I glare at her but she doesn't see.

"Where have you been?" Kara asks, her tone too sweet for my liking. Everyone seems to love Izzy, but I would rather watch her burn in Hell for five seconds then solve our X mystery.

"Family issues," she vaguely tells us, taking a bit of her apple.

The sound of the crunch annoys me beyond belief, and I can't help but think about strangling her right here right now. Suddenly, Derek's hand lands on mine, I look at him still glaring but soften my expression when I look at his smile.

"Don't do it, Eve, it's not worth it," he tells me, squeezing my hand.

I take one last glare at Izzy before starting a conversation with Derek. After around ten minutes, Damon hasn't shown up to lunch, which is strange; he doesn't like missing lunch. I look around the cafe trying to find him, just then he runs in the doors and motions for us to follow him.

"Guys, come on," I tell the table, standing up and following Damon.

He leads us out to the field where a crowd has gathered in the middle, we all quickly run over to the large group where a few teachers are trying to stop students getting any closer but failing miserably.

I push through the crowd to get to the front, laying on the ground is a girl in her cheerleader uniform, foam coming from the mouth and a pill bottle in her hands, but no 'X' surrounded by a spiral. Maybe this wasn't him.

Damon taps me on the shoulder and hands me a note. I hear Mya start sobbing next to me, this would have been one of her cheerleader friends, I look at the letter which is just a small square of paper, but it has the symbol written on it.

Just when I thought this death could have been normal.

"She was supernatural, a fairy," Kara whispers to me, clutching onto a trembling Mya.

I nod and start walking away from the crowd. I glance up at Damon, who is staring at me, his eyes glowing neon green. He quickly looks the other way, I go to walk over to him, but Derek grabs my hand.

He looks over at Mya and Kara, telling me we need to comfort them. I sigh, and we walk over to the girls, Damon joining us later. Mya has slightly calmed down after a few minutes but still is shaken, X will pay for this.

We watch as police officers and paramedics run onto the field and down to the body, followed by the FBI. We get the announcement that the school has closed for the rest of the day, and everybody needs to leave the school immediately.

"I'll meet you guys out the front, I have to grab a few things from my locker real quick," I tell them.

We go our separate ways, and I run back inside the school and top my locker. I grab my History book, slamming my locker closed, it echoes in the now empty hallway sending an uneasy and cold feeling throughout my body.

I turn and begin walking down the hallways, but as my steps bounce off the walls, it sounds like another pair of footsteps have joined me, I turn around and see nothing but a long hallway.

I pick up the pace a bit walking faster, but the footsteps pick up with me. I'm now doing a slow jog, but the steps keep following along with me. I keep looking behind me but see nothing but darkness; the lights start flickering and soon go out making me yelp.

I round a corner and see the outside light streaming in through the school doors and start running at this point, but the walls fade and disappear, the landscape suddenly becomes different. I fall forward, dropping down onto coarse, dull green grass.

I groan and look up to see the sun is low set in the sky, I sit up straight and see what looks like an army all dressed in black with massive guns, and other strange-looking weapons. I stumble to my feet to try to get a better look at them, but they are at least a good 100 meters away.

I see another group facing opposite the army, I can't tell who they are at first, but they have a much smaller team. I squint trying to figure out who they are, and then I realise my friends and family.

I gasp and try to move, but everything spins again, this time everything is engaged in a full out fight, but I see bodies lying on the ground from both sides, the grass is now a bright red colour, and the smell of death fills my nose. Everything starts spiralling again, and this time I'm standing in front of myself fighting one of the army members.

'I' killed the guy by snapping his neck and watch him drop to the floor. I spot a guy dressed in the same black clothes, but his face isn't covered. His green eyes glimmer with an evil tint, he is holding a silver knife, and I try to scream to warn myself, but it doesn't work.

I watch as the man stabs me in the back, I watch as 'I' drop to the ground, struggling to breathe and bleeding out slowly. I can see Derek run over to other me and I try to scream.

The man who stabbed me walks over to where I'm standing. He seems to see me and whispers quietly to me, "I'm sorry, but this is the best kind of revenge."

Everything starts spinning again, and I stumble backwards, falling back down onto solid concrete as I see the blue school doors slam shut. I gasp and pant heavily, holding onto my stomach as I look around in shock, that wasn't real?

"Eve! Are you okay?" Derek asks, crouching beside me, steadying me.

"Oh yeah, fine," I tell him, still staring at the school doors as I stand up.

Derek helps me to my feet, and everyone looks at me worried, I wave them off and tell them I'm fine. It takes a bit of convincing for Derek but eventually he lets it go. We all head our separate ways, and I walk home, my head repeating what I saw.

Am I going to die?

* * *

I get out of bed on Saturday morning, the sun streaming through the gap in my curtains. Anyday it would have been a pleasant sight but the fact that I knew Andy was coming home ruined the day.

Andy chose to stay two more weeks, so he could speak with the therapist provided, which was a brave move of him. The doctor told him as long as he keeps seeing a therapist he can leave, Andy was eager to keep that promise.

I get dressed in some jeans and a hoodie, walking downstairs to see my family seated at the kitchen counter. If only Andy were here, it would have been the first time the whole family has been together like this.

"Morning Eve," mum smiles, pulling me into a side hug then handing me my glass.

I grab one of our many metal straws and take a seat next to Liam. "Evangeline," dad says, I look up at him to see he has a hesitant look on his face, "do you think you could check if Andy's room is good enough for him?"

I press my lips together but nod anyway; I haven't been in his room since that day, it's too much for me to handle.

After breakfast, mum and dad leave the house to go pick Andy up, then Liam and I are left alone. "Liam..." I hesitantly push open his bedroom door.

His room still smells heavily of weed, but at least his window and one curtain are open. I push open the door to find him sitting on the edge of his bed, head in hands and shoulders trembling.

"Liam..." I called to him again, walking further into his room.

I hear sniffling and then watch him wipe his face. "Uh, Evangeline, I didn't hear you come in," he mutters, turning to face me with a weak smile but even in this low light I can see how red his eyes are, and this time not from being high.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask, standing next to his bed, playing with my ring.

I've never seen Liam in such a weak state; he's always had a durable exterior and never lets anyone see how he truly feels. He's always acted tough, so to see him like this is slightly awkward but it breaks my heart at the same time.

"I, uh, I don't know..." he mumbles, lips trembling again as tears well in his eyes.

I sat down next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "It's okay Liam, it's okay to cry," I softly speak to him, rubbing his shoulder trying to comfort him.

A sob escapes his lips as more tears run down his face, ghezz Liam, how long have you been bottling this up?

"I just, it's, it's hard to explain, I," he sobs again, staring at his wall, "he's my twin, I should have known, I should have, helped him, asked him how he was, instead I was a dick and shrugged him off. And then, and then he, he almost died in my arms, God I'm a terrible brother..."

Liam leans forward and begins heavily crying again, a tear slips out of my eye as I watch him breakdown in front of me. And the fact that he blames himself for being a terrible brother, nobody should have to feel like that.

"And Eve," he turns to look up at me, lips wobbling and voice broken, "what if that was you? Are you okay? Are you safe?"

Liam grabs both my wrists and holds them in his hands, he looks down at my hands then back up at me. "I've spent this whole time being dismissive of you, and Andy, and look where that got us, Evangeline; I can't almost lose you two, I can't lose my baby sister."

Liam falls forward and begins sobbing into my shoulder, mumbling incoherent sentences between his sobs. I hold onto him tightly and try to calm him down, which works after a few minutes of heavy crying.

"Liam," I say, he sits up and looks at me, "you are not to blame, for any of it. Nobody saw this coming, and we are all to blame equally, but the good thing is that Andy is still alive, he didn't die, and we are all still together."

Liam nods then wipes his eyes and nose with the sleeve of his shirt. "Nobody is going anywhere, Liam," I tell him, smiling at him.

He nods and then I pull him into a tight hug. After a few seconds, we pull away, "you owe me a new hoodie idiot," I laugh, punching his arm.

"Yeah whatever, now get out of my room," he laughs, shoving me off the bed.

I get up and poke the finger at him before leaving and closing the door. I smile to myself and head back to my room to wait. I think we'll be alright as long as X doesn't mess it up.

Around an hour later I hear mum's car pull into the driveway, Liam and I come out of our rooms at the same time, look at each other, then rush downstairs. Mum and dad enter the kitchen with a brown paper bag that's labelled 'Patients belongings', the door to the garage opens again and in walks Andy.

He looks at both of us, the first thing I notice is how tired he is, Andy looks dull and drained, but when he smiles, it seems to reach his eyes again. We run into Andy's arms and engulf him in a tight hug that feels like it lasts forever.

Liam playfully hits Andy on his shoulder, and Andy hits him back. Boys, I swear they are still humanities weirdest creatures. Andy looks down at me, tears fill my eyes but I smile through it, he smiles too, and I can tell what he's thinking.

"Don't ever do that again asshole," I chuckle, Andy pulls me into a tight hug but also ruffles my hair.

"Is my room clean?" He asks jokingly, but you can hear the hidden meaning behind it. Is the blood gone?

I nod, and Liam grabs Andy's stuff for him, Andy makes some joke about how he's just mentally broken, not physically which makes us laugh even though it is sad that he can make that joke and it be true.

Liam opens Andy's door for him and pauses for a moment before setting his stuff on his bed and leaving. Andy hesitates at the doorway to enter his room, he looks around his bedroom for a moment then enters, I follow him in slowly, just to make sure he's okay.

In a flash he grabs his rubbish bin and begins tearing his room apart, looking through draws, throwing clothes everywhere, moving his mattress, pulling books out of his bookcase. All in a frenzy, his room becomes a giant mess again like a hurricane went through it.

Andy suddenly stops in the middle of his room, breathing heavily and looking like he's about to cry. I stand there in shock, watching him scan his room, looking for something. His eyes land on his closed bathroom door and he freezes.

"Evangeline..." he says my name quietly, eyes not leaving the door. I walk over to him, and he puts the bin in my hands, "can you search my bathroom for any of those?"

I look down into the bin and see different sharp objects tossed away, I see.

I hesitantly walk over to the door and open it, as I walk in I inhale sharply, trying to keep myself calm and from freaking out. I go through all the draws and pull out multiple sharps things, from one of the kitchen knives to a pencil sharpener blade.

I finish up and turn to leave, but my eyes make the mistake of going to the ground. My mind starts to spin and whirl as I feel off-balance, everything starts to blend and I feel sick, my mind heading back to two weeks ago.

Tears brim my eyes as I struggle to breathe, I can hear Andy's voice faintly in the background, but my heartbeat has become so loud it's blocking everything out, and I'm losing control quickly.

I start swaying, and soon everything falls sideways as I hear the muffled crash of things and Andy screaming out to everyone, however, this time is different. Black dots are encircling my vision, and I feel like I'm drifting in and out of consciousness, then a scream leaves my chest as I feel like my spine snaps.

I can't hear anything over the sound of my screams as it feels like every bone in my body is snapping, breaking and twisting. I also feel ice filling my veins as my body runs cold, and my vision is hazy, filled with black moments and flashes of what's happening.

I didn't even feel my family move me as I'm now suddenly in my bedroom, it feels like my entire body is covered in fire but filled with ice as this darkness seems to cloud over my mind and heart. I try to thrash about to get away from this pain, but something is holding me down, tears are flowing freely from my eyes, and they feel like knives leaving my eyes.

Images of different things fill my mind as all of this is happening, different moments of death and destruction. I see flashes of my mother stabbing a guy through the chest with a giant tree branch, my dad taking a hit from some weirdly dressed man then hitting them back harder.

I can see Derek's parents fighting off a group of people together, fighting side by side like professionals. Then I see a man, somebody I don't recognise, standing in front of me. His hair is pitch black, skin pale, and eyes black but burning with hate and evil.

He towers over me and smiles wickedly, I feel like I recognise him but I can't who it is, it's not X for sure. This man looks much older; he seems like he's in his 40's and is bigger built than X.

Everything seems to dull down. I can no longer feel the pain or hear myself screaming around me. The man reaches up and touches my face with a gloved hand, he smiles at me but not like he wants to kill me which is a change for once, his hand suddenly pulls away, and I fall.

I fall into darkness as I watch his face fade away, I abruptly land on concrete and cough as dust swirls around me. I look up and see a dim light that is far away from me, looking around I see nothing but darkness, I try to scream out for help, but somebody quickly covers my mouth.

I thrash around trying to stop them from grabbing me, but they shush me, and I relax, the person walks in front of me, but I can't see their face. A pocket watch drops down in front of me; however, words replace numbers, it starts to swing, and my eyes follow it, a rough voice speaking the words.

"Enas."

A sharp pain and ringing shoot through my head and I yell out in pain, yelling at the man to stop.

"Èlenchos."

The pain continues, but it feels like my head is on fire now.

"Ypákouos."

Somebody grabs my face and forces me to look at the man speaking.

"Stratiótis."

I thrash around, but soon a gloved hand holds my chin.

"Dekatreís."

The man speaking suddenly removes his hood and comes down to my eye level.

"Archaíos."

I look into his eyes which are a mix of icy blue and brown as he keeps speaking.

"Exousía."

He throws my head back, and I almost fall off the chair, but someone catches me.

"Diathíki."

My head is forced to look up into the light as tears make their way down my cheeks.

"Ximéroma."

A loud ringing sound now goes off and causes intense pain in my head.

"Skiá."

Air is suddenly knocked from my chest, and I now struggle to find it.

"Déka."

I am forced to look into this man's eyes as he smirks at me.

"Káto."

His eyes go entirely black, and I try to scream and move away.

"Xechnáme."

As soon as he speaks the last word, everything turns black. I know it was only a few minutes that I was in darkness, but it felt like forever, but just as I became accustomed to the dark, a bright white light blinded me.

Once my eyes adjusted, I was standing in somebody's living room. All the furniture had been moved against the walls, so the middle of the room was clear. Slowly people begin to fill the room as everything morphs into a highschool party.

After only a couple of seconds, I'm in the middle of the crowd, sweaty teens jumping all around me as music blares. I recognise a few of the songs, they sound like they are from the '90s.

I look around frantically, trying to figure out why I'm here. Then I spot her, it was hard to recognise her, but I could still tell who it was, she was dancing with a group of girls I didn't recognise, but I could spot her.

Mum.

I try to step closer to her, but a crowd of people dancing block my way. I shove past them to try to find her, but she isn't there anymore, and the group she was with is talking amongst themselves.

I walk up to them, and they don't notice me at first. "Hey, have you guys seen my mu-Rosalee?" I shout over the music.

The girls who all are dressed like cheap 'Clueless' characters look me up and down before one of them points over my shoulder. I look to where she pointed and see the staircase, I thank them and then head upstairs hoping to find mum.

The music soon drowns itself out as I start walking down the long hallway; it becomes eerily quiet as I try to find my teenage mother. One of the doors at the end of the hallway is open, as I approach yelling is coming out of the room, I quickly run over just as my mum shoves past me, tears in her eyes.

I peek into the room to see a random ginger girl in the bed with the sheets covering her, and a guy quickly pulling on jeans. Oh no...guess she just caught him cheating...ouch.

When he turns around the first thing I notice about him is his bright green eyes, a stark contrast against his pale skin. He looks like a younger version of my new math teacher, Mr Black.

He rushes out of the room, trying to throw his shirt on while calling out my mother's name. I watch him disappear down the stairs yelling after her in shock, guess my new math teacher is an asshole.

I was about to chase after them, but the floor suddenly disappeared underneath my feet. Everything falls into darkness, and I scream into the nothingness, trying to grab something but failing to do just that.

As I hit the ground, my eyes fling open, and I sit up straight, screaming. My bedroom door flies open, and in runs, my parents followed by Derek. I look around, gasping for air, holding tightly onto my bedsheets.

Derek grabs my face, forcing me to look at him and starts shushing me, rubbing my cheeks with his thumbs which eventually calms me down enough to ask the question.

"What happened?"