*Megan POV*

The past week, since we moved into our new place, felt right. But as soon as my powers started to kick in again, I became miserable. 

I constantly thought about how I put my friends in danger 24/7 and they don't know about it. Even being on winter vacation for the next 2 weeks, I couldn't get any sleep without nightmares, and tonight wasn't an exception...

I woke up in a cold sweat and gave up on trying to get back to sleep for the millionth time. As I stretched, I got an idea. What if I went into Tom's room and slept there? He wouldn't mine, and maybe I'll fall asleep easier. 

Without giving it a second thought, I crept out to Tom's room.  

"Tom," I whispered, and he opened his eyes slightly. 

"What's wrong? Couldn't sleep again?" He asked, how did he know that I hadn't been sleeping?

"I-How-" I began, finally composing myself enough to say, "How did you know?"

"It's kinda obvious... you have dark circles under your eyes, I hear you walk to the kitchen at midnight every night since we moved here, you're always so jumpy-" Tom said, but I interrupted him. 

"Okay, okay..." I hesitated, but Tom got the idea. He moved over and spread his arms out for me to jump in. And jump I did. I wrapped my arms around his torso, buried my face into his bare chest, and let a tear escape my eye. As soon as one drop of water left, thousands more dropped. 

"What's wrong Meg? You've had so many nightmares before, what's on your mind?" Tom asked gently. 

The image of Tom and the rest of my friends dead flashed through my mind, and that only made me cry harder. 

"Ok, we'll talk about it tomorrow. Get some sleep love." He said quietly and kissed the top of my head. 

Slowly, the world faded to black. 

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The next morning, I woke up to voices, so I kept my eyes closed to hear what they were saying. I realized that I was still in Tom's arms, and mentally sighed in relief. 

"She's still out? It's almost lunch!"I recognized the voice of Lyla."

"I'm worried about her Ly, she's not sleeping, eating, God I'm surprised she hasn't killed herself yet."

Okay, I'm up now! "You guys are the only reason I'm still here..." I whisper, getting out of the bed and pulling on one of Tom's hoodies over my shorts and tank top. '

Lyra gasps and Tom's expression is pure sadness. I feel disbelief from Lyra with my power, all the way across the room. Tom's emotions weren't shocking, but they came at me like a boulder. 

I gasped and stumbled. Lyra jumped to catch me, but as soon as my head got under control, I bolted from the room. Tom called after me but I locked my door and leaned against it. I suddenly felt something, a new form of determination. 

I stood up and went over to my desk, pulling out a piece of paper. I wrote quickly, 

Hey guys, 

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for leaving, but it's the only way. Tom, I love you. I'll be back once I finish this, you guys aren't safe hanging around me. There are a few things you don't know about me, but please just forget about me and stay out of this. It's what I was made for, not you. Again, I am so so sorry that I have to leave, but I love you all (But mostly Tom). 

~Meg

I thought quickly, remembering a conversation that a few of the men that captured me had. They had said that they had given me five powers, Empathy, Telepathy, Magic (like spells and stuff), Weather Control, and most importantly, Teleportation. I already knew how to use my Empathy and Weather Control, but the rest were new. 

I acted on instinct when Tom and Lyla started banging on my door. My brain went into auto-pilot, I thought of my adoptive parent's cottage in London and disappeared. 

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London was my favorite place. I often came here as a little girl with my parents. The cottage, which I had named 'The Palace' when I was 6, was pretty big for a cottage. It had 4 bedrooms, and 3 bathrooms, a nice yard, and a reading hammock on a big tree in the back.

I knew I couldn't stay here for long, but I could camp here for at least a few weeks. Tom didn't know about this place and would have to go to my dad, whom he's afraid of... So...