"What was that?!" I hissed, keeping my voice low.

"I fear that we have a Fearling in our mist," Common Sense guessed. "Get it? Fear?"

Charity, Faith, and Hope did not find his sense of humor to be funny.

"Haha. Very funny," Hope said sarcastically.

"And this is why you are the reasonable emotion and Humor is the funny one," Faith pointed out.

"Come on, you guys. I know that you, especially Jorgie, miss Humor. I was only trying to cheer you up."

I noticed Charity's body shaking, and I asked, "What is the matter, Charity?"

She pointed frantically. "Monster!"

"Monster? You mean a—"

I was cut off when a Fearling attacked me. It flew up to me and bit down on my cheek with its sharp teeth, and I screamed as I fell off my wheelchair and onto the hard floor.

"Ow!" I noticed drops of blood on the floor and figured out where they were coming from. My nose.

"Jorgie!" the emotions exclaimed my name.

"Help!" I pleaded. "Get this thing off me!"

The Fearling turned out to be a small, black circle that had black wings. Its eyes were yellow, and it was attempting to eat my face.

"These Fearlings within the mansion will not be that much of a threat to us if we get rid of the biggest fears in this room," Common Sense told us. He got ahold of the Fearling that was on my face and yanked it off.

"Yow!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I massaged my cheek, and Hope and Faith helped me back to my wheelchair.

"Jeez, Jorgie," Charity said. "You okay?"

"For the most part, yes. I wish tonight was the night that I could feel no pain."

"Actually, it is good to feel pain," Hope lectured me. "If there is no pain present, then it could be infected."

"I am sure that Jorgie knows. She has Tenomeya after all," Faith reminded her sister, sounding a bit annoyed.

We were only two inches from my wheelchair when out of the blue - or in this case, blackness - four more Fearlings appeared. Two of them attacked Faith and Hope and clamped down on their faces, blocking their views.

"Hope! Faith!" Charity yelled.

I was prepared to fall back down, seeing that I could not use my legs, but life had another plan.

One of my feet accidentally slipped on a small ice cube - how convenient - and I fell back.

"Jorgie!" I heard Common Sense and Charity shout in unison before I made contact with solid ground and blacked out.

Hold on for just one second. I did not black out!

I was awake. Wide awake. I was lying on blackness and surrounded by darkness. No other colors in sight. Just black.

Without giving much thought, I got up. Yes! I was on my legs! And I could feel them!

I hugged my legs and rubbed my chin. Was my time being paralyzed up? Or was I in a dream? If it was a dream, what was it about?

I surveyed the mysterious place, deciding what to do, and came upon colors. Colors that stood out from the darkness. Brown and red. And it was easy to see that it was not an object, for it was moving.

In order to not scare whoever it was, I quietly tiptoed to him or her. I did not have to get close to recognize who it was.

It was Margie.

She was on her knees, had her hands clasped in her lap, and had her head tilted up. I knew that she was sad because I heard her sniffing.

Careful to not scare her, I spoke to her gently.

"Margie?"

Her back was facing me, and she became startled. "Jorgie?" She shifted her body in my direction. "What are you doing here? How did you get here?"

"Honestly, I do not know," I replied. "And I think that I came here on accident. By the way...do you know where we are?"

"Is it not obvious to you, Jorgie? We are at my school."

As soon as she mentioned school, the blackness was replaced by hallways. Lockers were in the background, and standing in the halls with their creepy grins were the students.

"I take it that these are the students who went to your school," I guessed correctly.

"Not just any students," Margie said, tears overflowing. "These used to be my classmates."

"Yes, yes. You told me about them. You are not fond of them because they made fun of you."

"They made fun of me...because I was different."

"Your classmates had no class. Literally. They teased and bullied you because they had nothing else better to do."

Margie was silent for a minute. She climbed to her feet and glared at me. Finally, she said, "I should be the same."

I was confused at first. "The same? Whatever do you mean?"

"Do you not see, Jorgie? I have to be the same. My classmates laughed at me because I was different. 'Cause I preferred monsters over humans."

"That is not true! Okay, part of that is. But they were bullies, and you know how bright they are."

"But Jorgie. Maybe...if I was normal...if I acted like a real person...they would stop teasing me."

"Margie, you are already a real person. You are you. Do not change yourself just to satisfy another person's favors. If you do, you will be fake."

"Yeah, but...they will love me."

"They love fake, not real. That is how the world is. The Lord does not want you to be fake. He wants you to be real. You should always change for the better, but not to the point where you are questioning your own identity."

I gently took her hand into mine.

"You are Margie Morgan. A rare person who should be treasured by others. Never stop being a treasure. Never stop being Margie. Never stop being you."