“Uh, people coming into my cell, ” her voice was shaky. “They were going to hit me and I wanted to ….oh no, I wanted to stab them. The second week I was there they left a small metal tray in my cell and I turned it into a knife. I hid it in my pants and I tried to stab them when they came back. I don’t know how to fight so they ripped it out of my hands and then made me watch as they beat Chad up. That’s when I tried to kill one of them by turning them into stone. Humans have all the components in them to make rock. Then they broke Chad’s legs. I watched on a monitor. They wouldn’t let us near each other. I heard him screaming when they did it. Did I make a knife in my sleep?”

“Chad! No! Please be alive! Please!! “Oh god, I’m so sorry, this is all my fault! “Chad. I'm going to fix you, fix this. I’ve got to be able to somehow.”

“I have to try to see my Dad, it’s my fault that Chad and I got taken. If nothing else, I have to apologize. If he wants to kick me out or sees me as a freak then I’ll have to deal with that. Maybe, if I can convince him I won’t do anything then he’ll forgive me