As soon as the door shut and my hand by dropped from my handle, I let out a shaky breath. My back slid down the door slowly. I pulled my knees up to my chest once I was sitting on the ground, and ran my hands through my blonde hair. I felt my whole body become slightly more relaxed now that I was behind the safety of my bedroom door, but I could still feel my nerves on edge after what had just happened.

I could feel Bree's eyes on me from across the room. She had followed me back to our bedroom after the crowd finally dispersed when Eleanor was taken away. Surprisingly, Zara wasn't in the room when the two of us walked in. I have no idea where she could've gone after the fight, but I'm sure she was fine. The hotheaded girl probably just needed time and space to cool off. I assumed that she went to the boys' room to speak with Asher. Somehow, he always knew what to say to the Asian girl to calm her down.

"Where are they taking her?" Bree spoke up. Her soft, worried voice broke me out of my small panic attack. Her timing was impeccable because I could feel myself slipping into a guilt trip.

"I don't know," I said with a sigh. "But she's not coming back." Bree met my eyes with a frown. I think a part of her was aware that I was right, but she couldn't understand how I knew that we wouldn't see Eleanor again. After all, Bree still has no idea that I'm reliving through the past. I really wanted to tell her though. I needed someone that I could talk to, and she is my best friend. We've always told each other everything and now I feel like I'm betraying her trust in a way. "This is all my fault," I mumbled to myself.

Bree furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head in disagreement. "Alexa," she said, catching my attention. "What happened with Eleanor wasn't your fault." I really admired how caring she could be. Even though we were still supposed to be fighting, I knew she'd always be there for me and have my back. I would do the same for her too. Sometimes, I questioned if I even deserved her friendship because that's just how kind she was.

"Yes, it is," I muttered. "That fight wasn't supposed to happen. Whatever vision she was telling me about, shouldn't even exist!" Bree looked at me like I was crazy too. Maybe I was. "I must've done something wrong because none of this is playing out how it should."

Bree met my eyes with an expression that was beyond confused. "I don't understand what you're talking about," she sighed. Her tone sounded exhausted, probably because this was the exact conversation we were fighting about for weeks now. Bree walked over to the door and sat down on the floor beside me. Though I pulled my eyes away from hers, I could still feel her staring at me. "Please, Alexa.. Tell me what's going on, and don't say that I won't understand." I was about to come up with an excuse as to why I couldn't share my secret with her, but Bree read my mind before I could even say a word. "Just let me help you. I'm tired of fighting."

I frowned slightly. "Me too," I admitted. "I'm sorry.. about all that's happened between us lately," I said with an apologetic shrug.

Bree sent me a warm smile. She was always so forgiving. "I'm sorry too. I gave you a hard time, when I should've just been there for you." Bree rested her head on my shoulder. Her small gesture reminded me of the time Five and I spent the night in the library.

After a few moments of silence, I spoke up, "Bree?" My blonde friend hummed in response. "Can I ask you a question?"

Bree didn't hesitate as she replied, "Of course." She lifted her head off of my shoulder and faced me.

"If you knew that something bad was going to happen to someone, would you stop it if it meant that your future would be at risk?" I asked. It was a question that I had been asking myself over and over again in my mind.

Bree didn't take too long to think about her answer. In fact, it seemed as though she already knew what she was going to say before I even asked the question. "Yes. If it meant that the person would be safe, then I'd sacrifice myself in their place." I sighed softly. I guess I already knew what her response was going to be before she even said anything. Bree had always been selfless. She was the type of girl that could never harm another living thing. She could bring peace to the entire world with only her smile. "You're starting to sound like Elle," Bree said through an uncomfortable chuckle. She was referring to my mentioning of the future. I guess she really did think that I was losing my mind if she was comparing the two of us. "You know that what happened to her isn't your fault, right?"

I stared at my shoes on the floor, refusing to me her eyes. She was still trying to reassure me, but at the same time she just made me realize that I should've done something to save Eleanor. I felt so guilty all of a sudden. How could I know exactly what happens to everyone here and not do anything about it? This whole ordeal felt so wrong. I was living through my past as a bystander. Eleanor had just fallen victim to the Order, and I didn't do anything about it even though I knew her outcome was impending.

"You haven't been acting like yourself these past few weeks," Bree stated. I knew that there was a lot of truth to what she was saying. It was like she said before, I changed overnight. "Every time I try to help, you just push me away. I'm not sure what more I can do."

"I know," I agreed with her. I felt like I had been so closed off since I got back to this compound. I hated how I was starting to develop a habit of bottling up my feelings. This wasn't like me but I couldn't help it. "This has just been hard for me."

"It's been hard for everyone," Bree added. She probably thought my statement was selfish, which I guess it kind of was, but I didn't mean it like that.

"That's not what I'm trying to say," I replied hesitantly. When Bree sent me another confused look, I threw my head back against the door. My eyes were staring at the ceiling now. "I.. I shouldn't even be here."

Bree shrugged. "None of us should be here."

"No," I huffed. I felt myself becoming more vexed by the minute and I wasn't even sure why. I didn't like how irritable I've become, especially right now. "I mean I shouldn't be here.. In this timeline again."

Bree's blonde eyebrows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

Maybe I was making a mistake by telling her about my secret. I wasn't sure if I should be telling her all of this, but I couldn't keep the secret anymore. It was a risk that I was willing to take. "I've already lived through this."

"You're confusing me," Bree said.

"Remember when I said we should leave Miracle Home the night we were kidnapped?" I asked her.

"Yeah," Bree said with a nod. "You said it was just a coincidence. I thought it had something to do with the storm that night."

I shook my head. "It was because I already knew what was going to happen."

Bree breathed a soft laugh, "How could you possibly have known that?" I was beginning to become nervous that she wouldn't believe what I was about to tell her.

"How do you think I knew about the experiments?" I asked.

Bree just shrugged nonchalantly. "What else would evil scientists want from us?" Although her explanations were valid, I could tell by her tone and expression that she was starting to suspicious as well.

"Come on, Bree," I tried reasoning with her. "Just think about it. I know about everything before it actually happens because I've been through this before."

"I don't know if I believe you," Bree spoke unsurely. "It's not that I don't trust you, but what you're saying is just so.. unbelievable."

"More unbelievable than creating a group of genetically modified teenagers?" I said with a soft chuckle. Bree smiled slightly. I could tell that she was still on the fence about everything I was telling her. "I can prove it."

"I'm listening," Bree said, perking up in interest.

I thought for a moment, debating over what I should tell her. I pondered the idea over telling her about different missions we'd go on, until I came up with something more interesting to say. "After the experiments, you'll have the power to manipulate matter," I revealed.

Her brown eyes widened suddenly. "Wait, really?" She exclaimed. Bree jumped up and stood on her feet. "That is so cool!" Bree started waving her arms around in the air, open and closing her hands and acting as if she had powers. "I can already imagine it!"

I couldn't help the smile on my face. I laughed as she continued to practice her poses. "You look ridiculous!"

Bree froze for a moment. "Wait!" She said. "What powers do you get?"

I smirked at the thought. "Intangibility."

"No way!" Bree squealed in excitement. "That is even cooler!" She ran over to me and grabbed my hands, pulling me to my feet. Bree spun me around to face the other side of the room. She held up her arms again, acting as if she was activating her future abilities. "Just think about it: two of us! With amazing superpowers, stopping crime and saving the world!" We both turned towards each other and simultaneously burst into laughter.

I was about to correct her version of the future, but decided to remain quiet. Sadly, 'stopping crime and saving the world' was the exact opposite of our impending reality, but I didn't want to tell her that and ruin the fun we were having by dampening her mood. Instead, the two of us continued to pretend that we had superpowers and laugh the night away.