’Is this where it ends?’ I wondered, my heart sinking deeper into fear. ’Am I being held here to be killed? Or is Ma’am Elena trying to help ?’
Confusion tightened its grip on . If she was trying to help, why was I locked away like a prisoner? And why hadn’t she co to see herself?
I wiped away the tears that had started to fall, feeling utterly helpless. "Maybe this is my fate," I whispered to myself. "Maybe I’m just ant to end up here... forgotten."
Tears kept streaming down my face as I thought about everything I had promised my friends. ’I vowed to keep them safe, to fight for them. But why am I always the one trapped, in danger? And are they even worth dying for?’
I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing thoughts. But instead of peace, a mory flooded my mind.
***Flashback***
"Mohandia, do you think we’re enemies?" I had asked, my voice calm but probing.
She turned to face , her eyes burning with fury. "If we’re not enemies, then what are we? You are not a friend to , so that makes us enemies," she spat, her voice sharp and angry.
I shook my head gently. "That’s where you’re wrong. We’re not enemies. None of us are. We’re all here because of circumstances beyond our control, forced into a life we never wanted. We may be slaves, but we’re suffering under the sa sky, Mohandia."
She said nothing, her gaze dropping to the floor. The anger in her eyes began to falter as I continued.
"I’m not your enemy. No one here is. We all ca to this place because the world outside turned its back on us. If anything, we should stand together. We need each other to survive... and to find happiness, even in a place like this."
She was quiet for a long ti, avoiding my eyes. I knew my words had struck a chord, but I also knew it would take ti for her to co around.
Before I left, I turned to her one last ti. "Mohandia, you’re a good person, whether you believe it or not. We need your leadership here. Don’t waste it."
Days passed after that conversation, and I wasn’t sure if my words had made any difference. But then one evening, she ca to my room.
"I just want to see Kimberly," Mohandia said from the other side of the door, her voice soft, almost pleading. "Please, let in."
Liza and Kaitlyn exchanged surprised glances. They had never seen her speak so gently.
"Let her in," I said, nodding towards the door. They hesitated, but eventually opened it, allowing her inside.
Mohandia stepped into the room, her eyes scanning the space as if unsure of herself. I gestured for her to sit next to . "You wanted to see , Mohandia. Co, sit."
She walked slowly to the bed and sat down. Kaitlyn and Liza remained by the door, watching her like hawks.
After a long pause, Mohandia finally spoke. "I... I wanted to thank you," she said quietly. "Your words... they made think. They helped . And I wanted to check on you. I heard you weren’t feeling well."
Her voice was sincere, and for the first ti, I saw a hint of sha in her eyes.
Kaitlyn and Liza stared in shock, unable to believe what they were hearing.
I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. "Thank you, Mohandia. I’m glad to see you. I’m feeling better now. And just so you know, we are a family here. We’ll fight for each other, no matter what."
Mohandia smiled slightly, but the tension in the room was still thick. Suddenly, Kaitlyn stepped forward, unable to hold her silence any longer.
"Mohandia," Kaitlyn said, her voice stern, "if you have any plans to hurt Kimberly, or any of us, we’ll know. We don’t want trouble. We just want peace."
Mohandia stood up, eting Kaitlyn’s gaze with a calm expression. "I know I’ve wronged all of you in the past," she said, her voice steady but filled with regret. "I lost my way because of the anger and pain I carried with . But I’m sorry for everything. I truly am."
Liza, still in disbelief, asked, "Are you serious? You’re not playing so kind of ga, are you?"
Mohandia shook her head. "I’m serious. I just want to make things right. Thank you for giving a second chance."
I smiled and stood, walking towards Mohandia. "We’re all in this together," I said, pulling her into a hug. "And we’ll look out for each other."
Liza and Kaitlyn followed my lead, joining in the hug. For the first ti, I saw joy on Mohandia’s face.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for not turning your backs on ."
We spent the rest of the evening talking, sharing stories and laughter. When Mohandia finally left to return to her room, she looked back and smiled at us. "Take care of yourself, Kimberly," she said before disappearing into the hallway.
As soon as she left, I knew Liza and Kaitlyn would have questions.
"Kimberly," Liza began, her tone curious, "how did you get her to change like that? What did you say?"
I smiled, thinking back to the mont. "Nothing special, really. I just told her the truth about herself."
"Do you know her from before?" Kaitlyn asked, confused.
"No," I said, shaking my head. "But it was clear to that she was struggling with sothing. She wasn’t angry at us. She was angry at the world. I just helped her see that."
Kaitlyn frowned, still unsure. "What if she’s just pretending? What if she hurts you later?"
"I’ve thought about that," I admitted. "But we have to give her the benefit of the doubt. We’ll be careful, but we also need to believe she’s sincere."
Kaitlyn nodded slowly. "I guess you’re right. I’m glad I have you two here. You’re the best."
We all hugged, smiling and laughing.
As I sat back down, my mind drifted to the present mont. ’I would gladly die for my friends if it ant keeping them safe... but is Alpha Derrick behind this?’
Tears filled my eyes once again. ’I need answers.’
"Soone needs to tell what’s going on!" I yelled, frustration boiling over.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Ma’am Elena stood there, her eyes fixed on .
"Why do you think Alpha Derrick and his wife wants you dead?" she asked, her voice calm but serious.
I was stunned, not realizing she had been watching all along.
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