Either it is my blurry vision, or the letters on the note are changing. I read it again.

You think this is about them, or the Reality Abroad trip? NO, you idiot. It's about YOU. It’s about killing an elven warrior powerful enough to kill an entire army. Focused enough to heal an entire army. Smart enough to take over a country. It's about finishing what I started all those years ago. But making you watch as those close to you die painful slow deaths is a bonus. It's about making the bastard who took you from me pay. Pay for letting a demon child like you live. Pay for giving you kindness when you are a deviant who only deserved to suffer. Suffer and bleed at my hands. To feel your dead doll-like body between my claws as I tear you limb for limb.
-Father

My blood runs cold as I take in each word. No. No. He-He’s supposed to-to be d-dead. I-I k-k-killed him. Fear threatens to take over. I can’t breath. I can’t think. All I know is that my worst fear is about to come true. My f-father -a-live-a-and ready to k-kill me. I manage to get up. I have to warn them. All of them. He Will kill them ALL. If he could almost kill me, he could kill all of them with ease. I stumble as I get up and try to leave my corner. I realize that I am hyperventilating. Panicking. The other look as I make it to the common area. I collapse as my legs give out. I feel tears run down my face. I didn’t even realize I was crying. Vincent catches me and helps me get steady.
“Sophu, Look at me. Are you ok?? What’s going on?” He is also panicking. It must be horrible to see me, of all people, hysterical and panicked. My hands shake as I hand him the note. The note is now both messages, the letters smaller to allow room for both paragraphs. He reads it as Sweetie helps me into a chair. I watch as Vincent’s horror grows as his eyes go down the paper.
“Oh my gods.” He sets the note down and hugs me. I fold into him. I start to cry more as the others pass the note around and read it. I hear the others murmur to each other. Confused. Scared. Bailey walks over to us.
“Sophu, we NEED an explanation. Now.” Even she sounds panicked. I pull away from Vincent and try to talk.
“M-my Father. He’s behind all of this.” I breathe as I continue. "He wants me dead. He wants me to watch as he forces you to kill each other. He knows he can’t me. That's why he has done all this. The poison. The coma. He needs me out of the way.” Bailey sits next to me.
“How do we stop him?”
“You can’t. Nobody can. He will never stop until he can kill me. He will never let us rest until he watches my blood spill on the ground.”

We all look at each other from the ends of the table.
“Vincent 2.0 ??” I ask as I stare back and forth between the Goodspeeds.
“Long story.” Bailey answers.
“At least we have a way out.” Meanie chimes in.
“In a week.” Evil Franz points out.
“I don’t think we have a week.” I don’t remember who said this. Everything is still hazy. Just, everything. My head. My thoughts. And my migraines are getting worse. Most of the time I just stay in bed. I don’t speak unless I have to.
“I thought our captors didn’t want us dead” Sweetie asks. I look at her. She continues. “When they poisoned us it was mostly non-lethal, they gave us necessities, they let us keep and use our magic, not to mention our weapons and trinkets. Why are we dying like this?” I am the only one with the answer. I spent a long time thinking about this as well.
“To make us kill each other. When we all get thin as twigs, we will need more food to survive. Eventually we will run out, and that will lead to us either fighting for food, or cannibalism.” Kailey looks horrified as I continue. “I’ve been onto this for a while. Something in the air is killing us. We can’t block the vents because that is our air source, and we have no way to filter the poison out. Not to mention everything we eat and drink is laced with it.” Everyone looks shocked. My head throbs from the talking.
“How did you even reach that conclusion? And not tell us?” Vincent leans closer to me.
“Lots of experience. A past and a father that tortured me for most of my youth.. A foster father that loves me but tends to cause a lot of … mischief. Why do you think I came to this hellhole of a school for freaks and flying follies?” The others looked at me as they realized they knew nothing about me. And how bad off I was if I talked about my past. I wasn’t even thinking. Thinking hurts too much. I don’t even bother to keep every memory and moment of my life kept secret in a little box in my soul where no one will know who I am. I stand up and stumble back to my corner. I curl up on the bed. I cough up some blood as I sink into the blankets. I wipe it away. Not that it matters. I’ve been coughing like that for months. Or days. Or minutes. I don’t remember. Maybe it has been years. I can keep it hidden. Coughing blood has never been important to anyone anyway. I find a note near the pillow. I open it and read it slowly, trying to ignore the pain the effort causes me.

You thought you knew about why you are all in here? You think this is gonna end? Well none of you will ever leave. Ever. You are the only one that can get them out of here. I won’t let you. Why do you think everything that can go wrong for you has? Why do you think your body is now broken and the elven warrior you used to be is now bedridden? I’ll kill you and then everyone else. No help will come. I will kill whoever dares stop me.

The letter is signed. I can’t read the name. My vision is blurry as I feel my breathing slow.

I wake up and find that I am alone with @Sweetie. It took a while for me to wake up. It was really weird. I kinda had to pretty much destroy and recreate a bunch of stuff in my head. So yeah killer migraine. Not to mention every part of me hurts. Sweetie talks to me for a while. I kinda murmur half-responses. I can’t really hear her over the ringing in my ears. She all of a sudden gets really upset and leaves. I try to remember what she said. I’ll talk with her later, once my migraine clears up a bit. I just lay there for a while. I think about how comfy this blanket is. And how it has the @Vincent Goodspeed scent. Ferns, snow, and nicotine. I breathe it in as I ponder what in the world Sweetie said. The ringing in my ears clears up as I guiltily remember what she said.
“I-I’m Lesbian.”
Oh my gods no wonder she was so upset. She told me something so personal and I couldn’t even hear her. I get up and write her a little note. Just explaining that I understood and when I felt a little better we could have a personal conversation, just the two of us. I clarified that I wasn’t upset or anything. Just a little surprised. And the whiplash of the weird coma and everything. I slip the note into her corner and sit down on my bed. I pull out a small collar and rub it with my thumb. I breath in the scent. Highly mansculine. Raw. Shadow. Gods I miss him. I take the collar and put it back in its little bag. Then in my jacket. For safekeeping.

normally i would take the time to talk for a while about your feelings and be supportive and shit but I just woke up from a magic elven coma and I'm not even supposed to be on a computer right now ill right a really nice entry on Monday

I mean yeah you trusted me enough to come out. but come on girl I just woke up from a coma you not even gonna ask me how I'm feeling first? or even ask if I wanted some f*(&'n water or something? like, come on bro my head is killing me. or even just apologize because your magic temper tantrum put me in a coma? like there are other priorities on the list. being a lesbian is like third on the list after apologizing for almost killing people.

Oh god, I feel awful for not responding right away. I just didn't expect it. I write her a note and put it on her bed.
Sweetie,
It's alright I was just a little surprised. I'm here to support you whenever you need me. If you thought that was hard, ill be coming out to your brother as genderfluid soon so I will have to explain the whole 'I'm masculine sometimes so 50% of the time you're having sex with a half-guy ' thing.

I float around in my head for a while. Nothing really happens. At least for the first few minutes. Then an image pops up. Like a tv. On an old 50s tv. Literally. As I look closer, I realize that is me, on the ground, the others around me. @Sweetie looks pale and empty. She must be really upset. @Vincent Goodspeed is shouting at the others. Hailey is crying and blubbering. Vincent leans closer to me and starts touching my neck and throat. He looks panicked. He is still shouting and pointing. I watch confused as he puts his hands on my chest together, in a weird splayed out way, and begins CPR. At this moment I realize that I'm DEAD. Dead. Suddenly I hear a loud Bass noise. One. Two. After a few moments, I figure out that is my heartbeat. Vincent is trying to feel my pulse. He relaxes slightly as he feels my breathing even out. He lifts me on the bed and sweeps my hair out of my face.
¨What happened¨ he asks. Not to anybody in particular. Sweetie steps up next to him.
¨This.¨ She pulls the trust pearl out of her pocket. The lovely tendrils of color are gone, replaced with gray cracks and drips of blood. Everyone is shocked.
¨You DROPPED it!¨ Vincent shouts at her.
¨No, No, No. It just started cracking a few minutes ago. I came out here to find her like that.¨
Wailey walks over to us.
¨Let me see. I think I have an idea of what is happening.¨ She leans over and lifts my shirt slightly. The three find that my entire abdomen and chest are covered in vicious gray cracks. Sweetie starts crying. Vincent looks away, biting his lip. Wailey begins to explain her theory.
¨I think that pearl is still magically a part of her. With what happened earlier, her trust in you must have taken quite the hit, the bonds of the pearl must have been damaged, thus hurting her. And the fact that she is… with…. Vincent adds an extra variable into this.¨ Sweetie speaks up.
¨Are you saying that… I caused this?¨ Her hair begins rising as she gets more upset. Vincent pulls her into a hug and whispers something I can't catch. It appears to calm her down though. Wailey sits down next to my body and touches some of the cracks on my skin.
¨No it wasn't you. It's her. Or rather her being an elf. The way elves form their bonds is already delicate. And the fact that you two are siblings makes this way more confusing.¨ She strokes my hand and continues.
¨Sweetie, when you were… upset earlier, it must have triggered some kind of protective instinct towards Vincent. The two bonds must have clashed and formed this…. reaction of a sort.¨
¨So how do we fix it??¨ Vincent asks tentatively.

Me falling into a weird coma is not an excuse to get drunk and give us false prophecies!!!! I hate Ukraine. And elves mate for life, so not like i can date anyone but Vincent. I know you have psychic futuresight but WE ALL know that you get twisted prophecies when you are drunk.

I lay curled up in bed alone for a while. My magic is still whirl winding around my room. I formed it to be kind of a dome. Nothing can get through. I feel like a complete idiot. I messed up the one thing I was supposed to do as an elf. I feel like a part of me broke as I broke @Sweetie’s barrier. It hurts like hell. My conscience and my instincts are tearing each other apart. I feel bad for hurting Sweetie. But she could have hurt @Vincent Goodspeed. I remember that conversation. It was like she didn’t trust us. Like she didn't trust ME. Suddenly a bolt of pain rips through my chest and I cry out. Something inside me is cracking, I realize with a shock. Not something, my trust pearl. It is still part of me. If she can’t trust me, how could I possibly trust her? I can’t trust her to not hurt my mate, her own brother. Vincent. Pain rips through my chest and abdomen as I stumble out of my bed. I suck my magic back, the dome of lightning is gone. I take a few steps forward. I hear some shouting. It seems far away. I’m in too much pain to tell who it is. I collapse forward and hit the ground. I can’t see anymore. I hear footsteps thud across the floor as the world goes dark.

I wake up in a dark wide space. I stand up. Nothing hurts anymore. As I look around, I realize that I am in my own headspace. I can’t see anyone or anything. I try to reach out, but find I am simply a cloud of vapor. I am literally just a thought now. Trapped in my headspace.

We all look at each other. The truth will have to come out sooner or later. Hailey is the one that would tell her. We all discussed this before.
“You’re not stupid. In fact, you used to be a damn genius. Smarter than Sophu.” She starts to explain.
“Smarter than me?”
“USED TO”
“We don’t know what happened. For whatever reason your brain keeps on erasing its own memories. And sometimes knowledge with it. One day you just started forgetting things. We tried to reteach you, but you kept on forgetting. We just gave up. We couldn’t get that back. We tried everything.” She finishes talking as she starts to cry.
Sweetie calms down a little, but just a little. Her voice is deathly quiet.
“There was something wrong with me and you didn’t tell me? For How Long?”
“Several months. We have tried every remedy in the books. Nothing works. We knew you would be upset. We were going to tell you. We were hoping that time would allow whatever happened to heal itself.” Hailey wipes her tears as she looks up at her sister. I look up at Sweetie. Then at @Vincent Goodspeed. Honestly, I had enough of this. Enough of this charade of keeping Sweetie in the dark. Enough of these damned idiots in this damn room.
¨Sweetie I get that you're upset. I understand. But let's talk without keeping us in barriers, eh?¨ She hesitates for a moment, but keeps her magic tightly gripped. ¨And seriously darling, you thought this weak magic could hold me?¨ I let my raw magic rip open this stupid barrier. It shatters into a million pieces with each strike of lightning. Sweetie lowers to the ground. My lightning wraps around her in tendrils.
¨Let them go, Sweatle.¨ My voice is cold and strict, even in my own mouth. She looks at me. Sweetie lets out a breath as everyone else's barriers break. Everyone drops to the ground and looks at us. I release my hold on Sweetie and turn around. I stalk back to my bed. I collapse on the bed and wrap my area in thick magic. Keeping everyone out. I just lay there for a while. Breathing, When I realize something.
Why was I so upset? When shes my friend? She has my trust pearl? I shouldnt feel like this. I pondered this for a while. The truth strikes through me like a bolt of thunder in every nerve of my body. Vincent. My elven instincts are torn in a million pieces. I remember something that I had all but forgotten. My elders, teaching me the ways of elves. Teaching me to understand my instincts. As I ponder these memories, I realize I have done something seriously wrong.
I should have never given Sweetie that pearl. That level of trust conflicts with my bonds with Vincent. As I reflect on this, I realize that through our bond, he had accidentally become my mate. My mate for life. Nothing can break that, but it can break other things. Like a trust bond.