I never did get a clear answer as to why Silver hated my guts. Heck, I never received an answer at all! So unlucky me. I had to stay overnight at the hospital with the question poking my brain over and over.

Thankfully, I have the best and most cherished friends. Joan and Lorraine did not desire to leave my side and got permission from their parents to keep me company. The parents thought that was a splendid idea and drove them to their homes to pack up the important things, such as toothbrushes and pajamas.

While they were absent, I asked my mom and dad if Silver could see me. Or the other way around.

"I am a bit surprised that you are requesting to see her," Dad said. "Even after what she did to you."

"And that is the reason why she and I need to have a long chat," I shot out. "Well, one of the reasons."

"I do not think that is such a hot idea," Mom shot back. "She could put you in harm's way again. Why..." Her hands shook. "...she could kill you."

Dad put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. "That will not happen. I guarantee."

I sat up in bed. "Look, I have not forgotten her disorder. But maybe a talk between me and her will shine some light on the situation."

They looked at each other, and then back at me.

"I am positive that Silver will not want to, Sam," my father said with confidence. "Not now. Not ever."

"I want to talk with her!"

I immediately realized what I had done and covered my mouth. Not only was I embarrassed, but I was also ashamed. I had screamed at my parents, and it was not their fault that Silver was acting cold and distant.

"Mom. Dad," I choked out. "I did not mean—"

I was interrupted by their hugs. They held me close and comforted me.

"We are aware that you did not mean it, Sam," my mother took the words right out of my mouth. "We are just as frustrated as you are."

Dad stroked strands of my hair. "We have no clue what to do with her."

"I know what you should do with me."

At the sound of it, the three of us recognized the cold and stern voice and faced her.

Silver. She was standing in the doorway and gripping the doorframes, as if she were trying to keep her balance.

"S-Silver," Mom stuttered. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough. I heard Sam screaming her lungs out from the waiting room and caught onto every word."

"Oh," Dad said. "We see."

Silver stared at me. "You wanted us to talk?"

"Yes. Please, Silver. I do not like you this way."

"Me neither, sis. Me neither."

I glanced back at our parents. "Could you leave us alone for a bit, Mom and Dad? It is best that this conversation be private."

"I will not—" Dad started.

"If that is what you would like, then so be it," Mom interrupted. She put on a weak smile, and I knew that something was not quite right.

Dad sighed in defeat. "Fine. But there had better be no arguing or even fighting."

"No need to worry about that, father of ours," my sister reassured him. "I only need for her to be at peace."

At peace? The heck did that mean?

Mom and Dad exited the room, and Silver closed the door behind her and pulled up a chair to my bed. The bottom of the chair scraped against the hard floor, and she positioned it and sat in it. She crossed her leg over the other and rested her hands in her lap.

"Lay it on me, sis. What should we talk about?"

Seriously? Was it not obvious to her?

I fiddled with my fingers. "Our conversation...will be about you."

"I figured as much."

"I have many questions. So get comfy."

She did so. "Ready when you are."

"Why...why do you hide yourself in your room and never go outside?"

She rubbed her chin. "As shocking as it might be, I enjoy being in the safety of my bedroom. I can do things that are considered to be impossible." I noticed her eyes softening. "However..."

"Yes, yes, yes?"

"The Forlot folks would despise me because of my abilities and shun me from activities that I would like to do."

"Like what? What do you do in your spare time? Besides reading."

"I love dancing. I always wanted to show my moves to the world. Sadly for me, that will not ever happen because the world will hate me for my secret abilities."

"Oh. I get it. What are your secret abilities?"

"I cannot tell you. That is why they are a secret."

"Come on, Silver. You can tell me. We are sisters."

"No, Sam. I do not need you to be in the mess."

"What mess? What is going on? What are you not telling me?"

"I believe that is my cue to leave." She stood up. "The conversation is over."

"Wait, Silver. Wait!"

She placed a finger over her lips. "Shh. Daddy ordered us to not yell."

I frowned at her. "You are keeping something from me, Silver, and I intend to figure out what it could be."

"I am sorry to say this and do what I am about to do, Sam, but you will never get the chance to."

Silver pulled out a couple of brown straps - from somewhere - and strapped me to the hospital bed.

"Uh, sis? What are you doing?"

"What needs to be done."

She took out a roll of tape and placed a piece of tape over my mouth.

"Mmm!"

"I hope that you are ready."

My sister opened her mouth, showing her sharp, white teeth, and bit my neck. Hard.

And yes. Lots of blood spilled out.