"What!" I shrieked. I got up and started clawing my hair in distress.

"Stop! Calm down!" Sarah cried, reaching forward and grabbing my hands.

"But Sarah, Carrie DIED for me! This is so fucked up! Oh Sarah, I cant do this anymore! Carrie will never see her family again because of me. ME! why is it always me that get everyone dead!" I screamed, ripping my arms from Sarah's soft grasp.

I leapt up and sprinted toward the wall, my fists clenched.

But I was grabbed by Sarah just before my balled fists collided with the wall.

"Don't blame yourself Tegan. It wasn't your fault..." She murmured, but even she didn't sound so sure of herself.

I fell to the floor. "It was my fault! She died to save MY LIFE!" I screamed.

I pounded my fists against the floor, the thud of each hit echoing in the almost empty room.

Leah and Sarah exchanged a helpless glance.

"Tegan, Carrie wanted to die. Even if she hadn't had the choice to sacrifice her life for you, she would have died anyway." Leah said softly, her voice barely audible above my pounding fists.

I stopped pounding the floor, my knuckles now had a trail of blood trickling down to my wrists.

"How?"

Leah sighed. "Carrie has mental health issues-"

"Everyone here has mental health issues! That's the whole reason I was sent to this stupid fucking asylum!" I screamed, throwing my hands up in the air.

"Carrie's different. She wanted to die. If she hadn't sacrificed herself for you, she would have probably killed herself some other way..."

"When the 10 o'clock train would come twice a year to take our school to stay with our families, Carrie would refuse to. She hasn't seen them since she was 3-4 years old." Leah continued, her voice thick with emotion.

"Why didn't she want to see her family?" I asked.

"What was the point? Her Mum would probably be lying half dead in her bedroom, too weak to move. Carrie doesn't need to see her mother that way. No one should."

"How do you know that Carrie's mum still has anorexia? She could have recovered by now!" I exclaimed, glancing at Sarah, who was crying silently into her hands.

"Amy. Amy would say so." Leah replied bluntly, clenching her fists and shifting uncomfortabling from her spot on the floor.

"Amy is lying!" I scream. "How is anyone that stupid to believe her!?"

"You did once," Sarah spoke up, "We all have."

"Unfortunately, Carrie had been seeing Amy from the age of 3. Its pretty hard to get rid of the hallucinations if you have lived with them almost all your life." Leah cut in, glaring at Sarah for her snide remark.

"Was Amy a hallucination?"

"Yes, yes she was. She was you. Me. Sarah. She was anyone who started to believe, adjust." Leah explained, gesturing to Sarah and I as she spoke.

"We need to get out of here. We need to escape." Sarah sobbed, crawling over from her spot and wrapping her arms around my thin, bony shoulders.

"How is that even possible!? Since our 'great adventure', one step outta line and we're gone." Leah growled, shooting another glare at Sarah.

"We could always call Carrie." Sarah replied with such force, Leah's eyes widened to the size of plates.

"Sarah are you okay?" I whispered timidly, removing her arms from my neck.

"Um Sarah, Carrie. Carrie's dead, don't you realise that?" Leah says, studying Sarah wearily.

Sarah's gaze darkened suddenly, "You guys don't believe me do you?! Just before Carrie was taken to be sacrificed, she handed me a piece of paper. It has a phone number on it-"

"Cut the shit Sarah. That number could be anyone's! Are you saying that we actually can call Carrie, who mind you, is Dead!?" Leah screeches, her pale, lifeless eyes growing increasingly wide with anger.

"Yes...that's what I'm saying Leah." Sarah mumbled feebly, staring quizzically at her bony fingers.

"Sunshine's really got into your head hasn't she? Sarah, this-" Leah says,  waving her hand towards the door, barely visible as the room was pitch black, "Is not normal. It's not reality Sarah! Don't you get it? Sunshine is trying to control your mind, your thoughts! None of this, none of it, is real. Please stay sane Sarah... Don't become like Amy. Don't lose yourself to her."

"Yes, maybe your right. But Carrie told me herself to call this number. So however stuffed up I am, won't effect what someone's said to me. Even if it is not Carrie, im still going to call the number just to find out why she gave it to me." Sarah protested, taking the piece of paper out of her skirt pocket.

"But where are we going to use a phone? Sunshine confiscated them all when we were all caught sneaking out. And if we were to get a phone, how would you use it without being caught?" Leah questioned wisely.

"I asked Carrie about that, and about a lot of things. Carrie seemed to know a lot more about this place than we did, considering she had lived here most of her life.  She told me that there is a phone inside Sunshine's office. But your going to have to get there without Sunshine knowing." Sarah replied, twisting her long hair around one finger.

"Honestly, I don't want to be apart of it." Leah sighed, rubbing her eyes wearily. She stood up to leave but I grabbed her wrist.

"Don't leave." I whisper.

Leah stared at me, her eyes full of racing emotion. I stared back. But what all I saw was Amy. Amy's short black hair. Amy's white-blue eyes. Amy's thin, bony frame. Amy's sad smile, forced smile.

Amy stared at me. And I stared back.

"Carrie..." Leah hissed.

Leah knelt over and snatched the piece of paper from Sarah.

"We'll call this number. We have to..." Leah murmured, her eyes transfixed on the small piece of paper.

"Leah... just promise me one thing." I say, glaring hard at her.

Leah looked up at me, and for a quick second, I thought I saw her again.

Her. Not Amy. But it was her again. Leah.

"Promise me that you won't become her. Promise me that I won't lose you to her." I say, my voice strained with emotion.

Sarah, Leah and I, all knew who 'her' was. But none of us needed to clarify it.

"I promise." Leah replied sincerely.

"You ready?" I ask Sarah and Leah.

"Yeah. We are."