Phoenix's POV

In front of me lay the carcass of the centre, still a smouldering from the fire that had ravished it. No Harry had come forward, no Harry had appeared from thin air, and as I stared at the rubble I couldn't help think that he lay unmoving underneath it all. The tears fell freely down my cheeks and I didn't have the strength to wipe them away; he couldn't be gone, could he?

"Phoenix, are you okay?" A girl beside me asked tentatively, becoming aware of the my increasing state of distress.

"He's under there isn't he? He's dead isn't he? I killed him, didn't I?" I burst out, and despite not knowing me, she pulled me into a deep hug.

"You didn't kill him, for all we know he managed to escape. It wasn't your plan Phoenix, he thought of it himself," she pulled back, and wiped the tears from my ruddy cheeks that were beginning to get chilly in the cool wind of the dawn.

"If it hadn't been for me Harry wouldn't have found out the true evil in that place. It was when I came back from my treatment that he saw this place for how it was," my voice wavered and I battled an impossible war to stop crying.

Every time I thought about him locked inside that building, trapped as the flames encircled him, my heart broke a little more. I didn't care that Smith was angrily telling the firemen that I was to blame, or that I would most likely spend the rest of the day in a police station. I couldn't believe that no one else was as worried as I was that Harry wasn't among us.

"You did this Phoenix- didn't you? Tell the man you did it," Smith yelled in my face which was red and sweaty.

"I had no involvement in this fire," I replied back, wiping the final tears from my eyes and looked into the eyes of the fireman who was shaking his head at Smith.

"She's a fucking pyromaniac! Of course it was her," Smith looked fit to burst, but a nurse stepped in to my defence before I could even speak.

"It couldn't be her, she was out here for the duration of the time. Unless she could run at a superhuman speed, she couldn't have set the fire and then come out of her room to come here," the nurse smiled at me, and it was then that I realised that maybe it wasn't just the patients that hated Smith.

"Come on! This girl is an evil genius, I have -had- the files to prove that she is fully capable of doing this but they've gone down in the flames that she started," Smith was ready to tear his hair out when a policeman relieved the fireman of listening to Smith's rant, and came over to see us.

"So this is your prime suspect?" The man asked Smith, who began to passionately express how the fire couldn't have been started by anyone else.

"Sir, I'm not rushing you in anyway but would you like the police to detain this suspect for arson or would you prefer to deal with it more personally seeing as it's such a..." The police man looked around at all the children wearing hospital clothes, "delicate subject?"

"It's all my fault, she should have been sent to an intensive unit for specialised care years ago. You can go, I'll deal with her. Thank you officer," Smith plastered on his fake smile that sickened me, but I continued to stare blankly at him.

When the police officer was far enough away, Smith's 'smile' dropped and he scowled at me. I don't think I've ever seen so much hatred in someone's eyes, but at the moment I couldn't care less about Smith hating me. My mind was still trying to figure out the situation with Harry.

"You're going down for this one," Smith muttered at me, baring his teeth like a wolf grinning at its prey.

***

The van jolted up and down as I sat staring blankly at the inside of the vehicle; Smith was sitting opposite me as he had expressed that he wanted to personally accompany me to the new institute. It had been three days since the fire, and Harry still hadn't been found. A body hadn't been found in the rubble of the fire, but that didn't stop me thinking that he was gone.

I had been told by the other patients to not worry about him, and that he was probably laying low but I couldn't help feel sick to my stomach as I thought about him dying slowly in the fire. Due to all these thoughts about Harry, I hadn't even processed that I was being moved to a centre more 'sensitive' to my issues. It basically meant I was going somewhere where I would be constantly monitored.

I had no say in the matter of me moving, and I was complicit in the whole situation which I'm sure unnerved Smith. He had probably thought I would fight back with all my might against him, but I had simply nodded my head as he told me what would happen and left his office. Not quite the explosive girl he was making me out to be.

"I know you set fire to centre Phoenix, even if you deny it. That's why you're being sent here, you took it one step too far," Smith said, speaking like a real authorial figure for once.

"I didn't. The fire didn't even touch my room. The firefighters already told you where the fire started," I replied back robotically, not caring to get into an argument with him.

"There'll be no way for you to set fire to anything where you're going," Smith said in almost a whisper, and looked at the small window inside the body of the van.

It was one of the vans that transport prisoners around, and it had a bench that I was handcuffed to for Smith's 'safety'. I was being made out to be some insane patient, which couldn't be far from the truth. I had problems, but locking me up wouldn't change that.

It hit me that if Harry ever did return from where he was hiding, he wouldn't be able to find me. Maybe that would have been for the best.

So Phoenix is now being moved to a new centre- how will Harry find her if he is still alive? You'll have to wait and see!

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