knowing that I didn’t feel the same about him. If I had, I wouldn’t have fallen for Paul, even if it was only a bit; I wouldn’t if I really loved Lucian the way I’d said I did. I felt horrible and I would never be able to tell Lucian how sorry I was.
Becky and Sammy entered the room around five.
“Elena!” both shrieked.
“What the hell happened here?” Dean’s voice came right after theirs.
Sammy crouched in front of me. “Are you okay? Who did this?”
I lifted my head and glared at her.
She gasped. “Elena what is going on with you? Your eyes…”
“Why do you care?” It didn’t sound like me.
Becky slapped me hard across my face and I growled. “Snap out of it. What the hell happened to our room?”
I looked past her and found feathers strewn all over the floor. My bedpost was completely ruined and the carpet was shredded in some places. Sammy’s dresser was broken and Becky’s clothes lay all over the floor.
The memory of what had happened in this room wasn’t what I’d expected. I kept looking at it and found George lifting up one of Becky’s tops. It was her favorite, or let’s say it used to be her favorite. It was in pieces.
I looked at Becky, her jaw line was hard and she didn’t look happy. Then I looked at Sammy. Worried eyes and thin eyebrows furrowed together changed the look on her face to pity. It made me angry all over again.
Stop it, Elena, Stop it. I hit my head hard.
“Don’t do that!” Sammy grabbed my hand.
“What is going on with me? I feel so angry.” I bit down hard as she held me close to her chest.
“You think you’re angry! You shredded up all my clothes!”
“Becky, don’t. This is much bigger than that.” Sammy looked at me. “Do you remember doing any of this?”
“I don’t know what I remember. It’s hard to explain. It was so dark, you’re right,” I looked at Sammy. “I’m just like your brother.”
She grabbed me around my neck and pulled me closer to her. “You’re not. It’s going to be okay, Elena. It will be okay.”
“You don’t know that. I’m evil, look at what I’ve done!”
“It took years for Blake to be where he is and he’s still fighting it every day Elena.”
“He’s got years, I don’t. What else is this, Sammy?”
“You can’t say that, Elena,” Becky yelled.
“Then why am I like this?”
“I don’t know,” Becky said.
“Have you eaten anything?” Sammy interrupted.
I let out a disbelieving chuckle. “I ruined the room, and you’re worried about whether or not I’ve eaten?” I shook my head and looked at Becky again. She didn’t look angry anymore but worry lines dented her forehead and wrinkled her eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Becky,” I said.
“I can get new clothes, Elena. Sammy is right, this is something different,” she said and grabbed me too. “I’m sorry.”
I just held her for a couple of minutes. “I promise we’ll get to the bottom of this. Even if…”
“Don’t say it, please,” I whispered right into her ear.
We all left to go to the cafeteria and I heard Becky talking to George and Dean by the main entrance, asking them to tell Master Longwei what had happened.
She ran back to our side and hooked her arm into mine just before we entered the cafeteria. Eyes were on us the minute we walked in.
“Don’t let them get to you, sit.” Becky led me to the nearest open table and pushed me down onto the pillow. “I’ll get us something to eat.
Sammy sat right in front of me. I didn’t even want to look at her. How could I have done that to my friends’ belongings?
The hate inside of me started to disappear. At first it just became bearable, but I could still feel it inside my core. It made me want to throw up as I remembered what the room looked like after I’d trashed it.
The feeling dissipated after a while and I looked at Sammy who still had huge furrows between her sleek eyebrows.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t,” she said with deep concern. She looked past me and back to me. “Your eyes, they are different than before.”
“What do you mean?”
“They were almost red before, Elena, they’re back to green. How do you feel?”
“Like crap.”
“The dark, I mean?”
“It’s gone.” I shook my head. “What’s going on with me?”
“It disappeared?” She ignored my plea.
I nodded. “It doesn’t make sense, Sammy.”
“No, it makes perfect sense.” She looked past me again.
I shook my head