possession or anything close to that.â
âThen what just happened to me?â
âIâm not sure. All we know is that theyâre desperate to gather energyâtheyâll do almost anything, and youâre an obvious target. You were the one they hoped to use all along.â
âAnd you canât stop them?â I say, my voice trembling a bit.
âNo, we will, Callie,â he says. âItâs just that . . . we havenât been able to find them.â
â Iâll find them ,â I whisper, remembering what I scrawled in my journal, in a dream state.
âIâve been searching since they disappeared, but I will track them down,â says Thatcher, sounding more angry than sure. Itâs amazing what I can hear in his voice when I canât see his face. âItâsjust that they havenât been back to the Prism sinceââ He stops.
âSince what?â
âMaybe, in dreams, youâve seen what happened?â I open my eyes again, and I notice a ripple in the air, his hand casting about this barren little room. âHow your prism was destroyed.â
I flash to the double exposure I keep seeing in my own bedroomâthe window smashed, the bed torn apart, my things lying broken on the floor. Itâs not my actual room Iâm seeing in that nightmare . . . itâs my prism room.
âIâve seen a vision in my sleep,â I whisper.
âYes.â
âI thought it was a nightmare.â
âNo. Itâs real, what theyâve done to your prism.â
âHow did they do it?â
âYou invited them in.â
In the Prism, Thatcher told me never to let anyone into my private room, but I was tired of his unexplained rules and there was a moment when I thought Reena was my friend. Iâd invited her in. . . . Iâd invited them all in.
I feel a rush of shame.
âBut when could they have done it?â
âJust before you woke up from the coma.â
I think back to that moment, the one right before my eyes opened. When Thatcher drove my soul into my body. I remember his faceâtortured, regretful, full of hurt. Despite his own pain, he chose my life. He said it was the only way to save me; he said the poltergeists would keep trying to use me to claim the lives of others as their own.
But he never said what I wanted to hear most. What I still want to hear. He never said that he loved me.
I shake my head and look around the nurseâs office, hating the gray walls and sterile paper sheets, and for a minute, myself, for suddenly making this all about me. Yes, I want to know, more than anything, what I really mean to Thatcher.
But doesnât the fact that heâs here with me now show that? Sure, thereâs a bigger crisis at hand here, but couldnât he have sent another Guide to contact me? Now that Iâm aware the Prism is real and Iâm off the meds, I would have been able to get the message.
He came here himself. He came here to be with me.
âWe think the poltergeists have extra energy; thatâs what they took from your personal prism and why they havenât returned from Earth to regain strength. They can stay here. But not forever. Still, we canât track them until they come back to the Prism.â
âHow long?â I ask.
âWeâre not sure, but itâs a matter of daysâa week at most,â he says.
âTheyâll try to take bodies again.â Carson, Eli .
âYes,â he says. âIn a way, they just did. But they failed.â
When he says the word failed , I suddenly remember the rule of threeâCarson has already been possessed once, and if it happens twice more, Reena will take her over completely. Everything that makes my best friendâher beautiful, wacky soulâwould cease to exist and Reena would have what sheâs always wanted.
The chance to be alive again.
âCarson. Is she
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