Chapter 3

The lies Amber had to believe were even harder for me to live with. My best friend had to believe I was dead, and I had to stand back and watch her hurt. Most days, I wish I was the clone that died…

~ Blu Jay

As the 'medics' shut the ambulance doors, I sat up.

"Here, sweetie," Mom said, handing me a wet towel to wipe of the fake blood and glass.

I grabbed the moist towel and started cleaning my face. "Thanks, Mom. Where's Dad?"

"He's at the hospital with Tom and the clone already. I didn't think you'd want him here with you right now."

She was right. I didn't want Dad anywhere near me right now.

"It's okay, sweetie. It's okay," Mom cooed, as tears started pouring down my face.

Dad would've hit me if he'd seen my crying right now because I was being soft.

"Mom, don't lie. You know it's not going to be okay," I choked out through my crying that quickly turned into sobbing.

Mom sat next to me and rubbed my back. "I know, but your father says that this needed to happen. And we both know you can't argue with him."

She was right again. Why'd she have to be right?

I rested my head against her shoulder. "Where am I going to be while I wait for you guys to 'die'?"

"Our new home."

"All by myself? I'm only eight!"

"No, your father says there will be people there to look after you."

"Okay," I said with a yawn.

"Sweetie, why don't you fall asleep and by the time you wake up you'll be there. You can probably even go explore!" Mom stood up and let me lie down.

"Good-bye, Mom. I love you," I whispered and let the exhaustion from crying take over me.

When I woke up, I noticed I was lying on a bed that was attached to the wall by two chains and two hinges. It had a thin itchy gray blanket on it that I was lying on top of. There was an uncomfortable pillow under my head, and the walls of the room I was in were painted a light gray almost white. Covering the floor was gray and white alternating square tiles.

This must be my new room, I thought gloomily.

I sat up and got off of the bed. Since there was nothing in the room other than the bed, a table, and two chairs, I decided that exploring the place would be the best, only, thing to do and walked over to the door. Before I could open it though, it was opened by a beautiful African-American lady who looked like she was in her early thirties.

"Um, hi," I said slightly shocked.

The woman just nodded and took out a piece of paper and pencil from the pocket of her jeans. She started to scribble down a whole bunch of words then handed it to me when she was done.

My name is Monique. What's yours? And may I come in? They told me I was to watch you as soon as you woke up.

"Um, my name's Blu Jay, and, uh, sure. Come on in," I said hesitantly.

Monique entered the room and took back the piece of paper.

"Um, Monique? Can you talk?" I asked her, while she scribbled more words down.

Monique shook her head.

"Why not?"

Monique erased what she had been writing then wrote something else down and gave me the paper again.

I don't want to talk.

"Okay, so what am I able to do here? And where is here anyways?"

This is the Campus, and do you like going outside, Miss Jay?

"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged.

Do you want to go outside then?

"Yes, please!" I exclaimed, hoping there'd be something to do outside.

Monique walked out of the room, and I quickly followed after her. We walked through a long hallway taking turns here and there, passing rooms with number or labels on them. When Monique finally came to a stop in front of two men wearing lab coats, she took out her paper and began to write again.

The two men looked at the paper.

"Is it true you want to go outside, Miss Jay?" the older of the two men asked me.

I nodded.

"You know you can talk to me, Blu. I'm a close friend of your father," the man repeated. "Oh, how rude of me, my name is Jeb Batchelder."

"Hi," I said shyly.

"Well, it's good to finally meet you, Blu. Monique, you may take Blu out," Jeb said.

"Thank you, Mr. Batchelder," I said over my shoulder, as Monique started walking back the way we came.

"You're welcome, Blu."

I shadowed Monique down a few hallways until we reached a door that two strong men were standing in front of.

Monique took out her paper and pencil again.

"This is Mr. Jay's daughter?" one of the men inquired.

Monique nodded, and the other man took out a long chain from the cabinet behind him and attached it to Monique's leg then the other end to mine.

"What's that for?" I enquired.

"To make sure she doesn't try to wander off," both of the men snarled, as they opened the door.

There were trees almost everywhere except for on a small very unused path –maples, pines, oaks, birch trees, and even more I couldn't recognize.

Amber liked trees even though there weren't really any for her to climb in Hawaii. I felt like I was going to cry thinking about Amber then I remembered what the men had said.

I looked at Monique. "Why do they want to make sure you don't wander off, Monique?"

Monique shook her head and wrote something on the paper.

I don't want to talk about it, Miss Jay, if that's okay. Do you want me to help you build a tree house, Miss Jay?

I nodded eagerly. For the first time since I got here, I was looking forward to something other than Mom and Tom getting here.

Monique headed down the path with me in tow until she reached a large clearing.

Now we need to gather lots of big thick branches. I suggest we use whatever fallen ones we can find first, and if we need more, we can break some off. That's the tree we're going to use if that's okay, Miss Jay.

"Sounds good!" I replied excitedly.

Monique began to gather large branches, and I attempted to pick up a couple branches but couldn't.

Seeing I was having trouble, Monique pointed at some small twigs.

For the roof.

I had had so many questions for Monique, but I wouldn't get my answer for a while. ~Blu Jay