Skylar's POV
It was somewhere past noon right now and the train station was almost brimming with people. I could see the dense crowd from the window beside me; both Caden and I already seated inside the train. I had traveled to Philly before, to see Dad when he was in the hospital, but Mom still hadn't been willing to let me go.
It had taken me hours to actually persuade her.
"Yes." Caden glanced at me and I noticed his stiffened posture beside me. "The red crystal is said to be in there somewhere."
I looked away from his face, settling my gaze at the window once again. "What if those vaults don't even exist anymore?" If they were centuries-old, what guarantee did we have that they were even...intact?
Skylar's POVThe State Museum of Harrisburg was enormous. The only museum that seemed to intrigue me as I stood outside of it, along with the others.I forced myself to look back at Caden as he spoke up, "Adrian, you'll be going inside. Find that specific statue, and get that disk." His voice was low but commanding at the same time. "And you two," He looked over at Shane and Jesse. "You'll keep an eye on the borders and around the museum for Blake or his men. I've made sure to back you up with few other guys."I couldn't help but look over at the huge entrance once again. There were a lot of people here, crowding outside the museum. Who the hell loved going to a museum first thing in the morning?"Well, I'll need some back up too." Adrian announced, sliding in two small, sharp knives in the back of his
Skylar's POVAs if realizing that I was still present here, Blake's gaze fell upon me once again."What lies did he feed you, Sky?" He asked me, circling the disk in his hand. He seemed like he was enjoying every bits of it.I wasn't."What do you mean?" I whispered, momentarily forgetting that there was still a gun pressed onto my forehead."Well, let me guess." He said before passing Caden a knowing smirk. "What did he tell you about our parents?"I gulped heavily, my eyes darting from Blake to Caden. A feeling of unease washed over me, almost as if I knew what was coming. I just really hoped that it wasn't true—whatever possibilities my head was coming up with at that moment."Fire." My voice rose above a whisper, and it was deadly silent a
Skylar's POVFuck.My head hurt. My throat hurt. My lungs hurt. My heart hurt. My limbs hurt. Every part of my body hurt.So bad.I would've groaned out loud in pain if only I had it in me to form any sort of sound from my mouth. I didn't even know how to move any part of my body.It took everything inside me to finally move my fingers. And then I opened my eyes, which at first was a bit hard, but my vision adjusted at the empty white ceiling eventually.After few more seconds, I finally managed to look around the strangely unfamiliar room. It was a hospital.And God, my head hurt so bad.
Skylar's POV "Where's Hanna?" Juliette asked, stopping by my locker and making an emphasis by raising her brows a bit too high. "And Alexander?"I never understood why she loved calling Alex by his full name. It seemed very formal for some reason."They skipped school to go on a morning date." I said –more like grumbled– as I pulled out my Calculus book.Her nose scrunched up ever so slightly before a snicker escaped her lips. Juliette had been one of the students from the foreign exchange program few months ago. What surprised me, though, was that she had chosen to be my friend, instead of just fitting in with the popular group—she definitely had those looks."And why do you sound so angry about that?" She asked, tw
Skylar's POVI felt like I would break apart. I could almost hear my heart shattering into a million pieces. Every possible emotion overwhelmed me, but only one stood out more than the others,Misery.All because today was Monday.The day that leads to a whole week of school. What can I say? I hated waking up so early –for such purpose– with a burning passion. It's not like I got bullied, had to go through mean girls, or had really bad teachers.It just wasn't my thing.
Skylar's POV"Why aren't you eating?" Alex asked, eyeing my lunch tray.Normally, food would've been my only desire, aside from sleep of course. But right now, just the sight of it made me all queasy.I glanced at my tray once more before muttering, "I got a C," With a frown, I looked him straight in the eye. "Again."I picked up a fry and chewed on it hoping to obtain my appetite again. It worked for all of five seconds before flashes of my Physics's test paper and a big red C on it appeared right before my eyes. I had to accept the fact that I was definitely not eating lunch today.A small snicker escaped his lips before he gave me the most sincere apology, "That sucks."I glared at him and he put his hands up in sur
Skylar's POVI was ecstatic at the thought of going back to my house when the classes ended, lay around and enjoy the remaining day with Chicken.However, when Alex dropped me in front of my house and I opened the front door, I realized that it wasn't locked. Which either meant that I had forgotten to lock the door this morning, or somebody had broken in the house.Both the thoughts were highly terrifying.Cautiously, I stepped inside the threshold, wishing Alex had waited for me in the driveway for at least few more minutes. He had drove away the moment I stepped out of his car, something that he did all the time."Hello?" I called out as I closed the front door behind me.A big part of me was expecting the worst, all credits to each and every horror movie I had ever watched in my life. Seriously, I needed to stop
Skylar's POV1:00 am. My parents were sound asleep in their room. Chicken was sound asleep in my room, curled up on my bed. The moon was up in the night sky, glowing brightly. And I, Skylar Anderson, was dressed up in a black T-shirt and jeans, my favourite denim jacket, and some butt-kicking motorcycle boots.When I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that I kind of resembled those actors in gangster movies. I looked like one of those sketchy dudes lurking around the creepy alleyways of New York city, having anything but good intentions.Maybe this was the exact reason why my mom never approved of my dressing style.With a