Chapter 21

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"We will." Ebony smiles at Stella and Star. Star sits on the bed watching Ebony. "Let's talk." Ebony says, staying where she's standing. She hears a clicking noise. "Up on the bed Stella." There's a different sound of clicking and a green flash, then Stella bounces up onto the bed next to Star.

"What would you like to talk to us?" She kicks a leg out but leaves the other one still.

"This. How this room is set up. I mean, now, it's just a mess, but later. How do we want to keep it?"

"Well." Star says after a second of silence. "This's your room now. Ours is back there." She nods to the back of the room.

"Oh Ho, no. no you don't. you will both stay where I can see you and can keep an eye on you."

"Who says?" Star says narrowing her eyes at Ebony.

"I says. That's who. Sorry Ebony doesn't rhyme with who. Anyway. Show me this room of yours."

"Show you?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Star says.

"Because I said so." She narrows her eyes back at them, glaring.

"Fine, fine, fine." Stella stands, Star follows.

"Good." They each talk away from Ebony. Ebony jumps onto the bed as the floor moves. "Stella Stella. Why would you do that?"

"Maybe. Star doesn't like you. I kind of think you're fine. But not Star. Now, lets show you our room." She holds out a hand, helping Ebony away from the bed, and to the back of the room. "Here. There's a pushy thingy..." Stella finds the little door handle and pulls it open. "There. We just were going to clean it out, that's why the other one is such a mess. That and our snakes getting loose." There are two beds, like the one in the main room, and nothing else.

"not that doesn't work for me."

"What'll work for you?" Stella asks curiously.

"Well..." Ebony scratches the back of her neck, thinking. "Well, you can stay where I can see you. Now... I'm still thinking. While I do that," she smiles and gestures to the messy room "You two can clean up."

"But I thought you were going to help-" Star frowns.

"I'm a liar." Ebony interrupts. "I'm a liar and a bully. Get cleaning." She sits on the bed, watching the sisters start picking things up, and putting it in a neat stack. She thinks about what has happened so far since she's been here.

"Ebony." Stella says. "Ebony. Ebony. Ebony." She says over and over till Ebony looks at her.

"Yes? Yes? What is it?"

"Were done."

"No, you're not." Ebony looks around the still very messy room. "No, you're not. Keep working on it." She looks around. It's a lot of papers, some shirts, a dresser on the opposite side of the room, knocked over and spilled everywhere, facing the wall. She sighs and watches them cleaning. She frowns, realizing that she's wanting something. What do I want? She looks around. It's not food... I don't want food. I don't want friends, or happiness. What DO I want? She sighs again. She continues to look around. Something bright green and flashing catches her attention. She looks down at it. It's a small clock on the floor, hidden from the door. "what's this?" she asks

"oh that." Star looks up at it, and shrugs. "It's just a clock."

"Hmm. Alright." She puts it back down on the ground. What do I want? She frowns. She looks around again. She hears a voice in her head. A laugh. A loud, evil laugh. My family. She realizes, laying back on the bed. She has tears now. She doesn't cry often. Her definition of crying is tears and sounds, maybe some hiccups. She almost never has that. She just has tears. I want my family... why do I want my family? They were never there for me. They had to go and allow themselves to be killed. Her sadness becomes anger. She still wants her family, but only to punch them. She looks at the ceiling, frowning. She lays like that until they tell her they're done again. She sits up, looking around. They are finished this time. The dresser is set back up, the shelves around the room are full again. All the rest of the place Is great too. "Alright. Good. Now, you can bring the beds from that "Room" to in here." She watches them drag both into where she is. "Good. You two can stay on that side of the room." They push them over. "Now... what do we do?" Knock knock knock. "Yes?" She yells

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