I didn't contact Brent although he would surely be infuriated when he finds out that I did exactly the opposite of what he wants me to do, which is go to him first thing I get a memory. However, I didn't have the patience to deal with him right now, although I can barely deal with him at all if I'm being honest, but for now? I couldn't. I couldn't deal with the face he'll make when he finds out what happens. At least not now.

I drank every ounce of beer I had until I was down to the very last drop, feeling only slightly tipsy. I pace in my room, debating whether it was worth going back out there or not just to get more beer.

At the end I decided to get more beer.

I walk out of my room, ignoring them once again as they do the same with me. I instantly notice that they have shut the speakers off since there was no more music blasting from the room. I went into the kitchen and grab two more cases of beer since I was planning on drinking myself into oblivion and close the fridge behind me.

As soon as I left the kitchen I regretted coming out and getting more beer. It all just felt so awkward. They're all tense when I walk into the room, probably waiting to see me explode again but I'm not about to do that again in front of them. I felt terrible about it already I couldn't deal with doing it again.

I go into my room, ignoring them as they ignore me, and set the two cases of beer down. We always kept the fridge fully loaded with beer and this was the last of it. But we always kept a few more in the cabinets. So I went back out of my room once again ignoring their stares and into the kitchen grabbing two wine bottles and another case of beer.

I walk out of the kitchen, noticing the fact that they keep staring at the amount of alcohol in my hands added with the ones in my room. If it was hard to tell before, this screams out exactly what I was doing. I'm trying to get drunk as any teenager would do at my age.

I shut the door with my foot and set the single case of beer down by my bed and the two wine bottles on the night stand then lock the door just in case any of them decide to burst in here which I know will happen sooner or later.

I grab a fresh beer and pace the room. If I'm getting memories when I'm awake now, whose to say what will happen next? Will I get a memory when someone says a word that triggers a memory like Brent said? What if I do something or touch something again to activate another memory? I could react differently now so what if I get a memory in front of them and I say something or do something. Or worse... What if I hurt one of them?

I take a sip out of the beer ignoring the taste of the foam. I couldn't ever possibly yell like that again at any of them and to think I might be capable of hurting them was... I throw the bottle at the wall, the left over beer spilling all over the wall and floor. I was angry at myself for a whole lot of reasons but only one thing was clear to me at this moment.

Trevor was painstakingly right.

I couldn't just run away from this thing anymore. I couldn't confine myself behind these endless closed doors and barricade myself in. I had to try harder and fight harder.

I shouldn't have quit in the first place I was just being a coward. That's all I am. I kick the empty beer bottles one by one against the wall, breaking them into millions of pieces, in udder rage.

I sit down on my bed, trying to calm my breathing. I grab one of the wine bottles and down it in no time then set it beside me and grab the other, struggling with the cork. I just wanted to get drunk was all.

"I never had champagne before! This tastes wonderful!" A males voice yells cheerfully. A giggle echoes, bouncing around in my head.

I throw the wine bottle at the door, the contents exploding against the white door reminding me of blood. I began throwing more bottles, empty or full... it didn't matter.

The room may be soundproof but it doesn't mean they didn't hear the little thuds on the door from the bottles I threw.

There's knocking and a voice calls out for me but I ignore it.

The entire night I drank until I passed out. I didn't dream a dream. I didn't dream and nightmare. I didn't have a vision. I was only wrapped up by darkness like a worm in a cacoon. Dreaming of nothing and no one.

I woke up by thrumming of drums. Not drums. It was someone pounding at my bedroom door. Which in turn made my head pound. I grumbled at the sound and pain that went in rhythm with the throbbing of my headache, slowly I got up and felt the need to throw up. Or maybe I just need to burp...

Nope I was wrong. I was so so wrong.

I rush quickly into the bathroom and almost trip on a empty beer bottle doing so and throw up in the toilet. The contents of yesterday's meal plopped up all ugly inside the toilet bowl. I scrunch up my nose as the stench caught on and throw up again. Not because I felt bad, no that wasn't it. It was the smell and staring at the- oh god, I don't think I'll be able to eat hamburgers anytime soon.

I felt like complete shit but then again I deserved it for yelling at Trevor like I did. It wasn't his fault I was a coward.

Once I emptied my stomach I brushed my teeth and washed my face so I wouldn't look like completely shit and pull my hair into a messy bun then quickly change out of my clothes into some grey sweats and put on a undershirt then a white loose shirt on top of that.

We weren't traveling in the tunnels today that I was a hundred percent sure about. For one it wouldn't be exactly pleasant walking around nursing a hangover. I had to be alert at all times anyhow and I doubt I would be able to which leads to reason two, they would bug the hell out of me.

It would be awkward facing them after yesterday's events and I would be to invested into the situation I wouldn't be concentrated on anything else but that. Even if there wasn't anything to attack us I just couldn't face going to the tunnels. It was out of the question.

The pounding still continued which was a killer for my head. So once I finished putting my shoes on so I wouldn't step on any glass or puddles of alcohol on the floor, I walk to the door and open it widely.

Brent was standing outside my door along with everyone else looking pissed as shit. Well until he saw the disaster in my room and probably smelled the nastiness of my room as well. I admit I reacted a little violent yesterday.

There was glass all over the floor with puddles of alcohol all over the room. The bed was on the floor and the sheets were ripped apart as well as the pillows as remaining feathers were all over the floors. It only mixed in with the beer and wine so the feathers were soaked and disgusting.

And I also may or may not have punched the wall and caused a teeny tiny little hole that might fit an entire human head inside. Not to mention that the TV may or may not be thrown across the other side of the room. Oh and I may or may not have ripped the restroom door out from its hinges and stomped the shit out of it until it was just a pile of wood in the corner of the room. At some point I think I was gonna light it on fire but with the alcohol and fabric I thought it best I didn't.

Not to mention the stench of the room was ridiculous. Seriously I think a sewer smells better than my room right now.

I was a tad upset yesterday. Or today if you want to be accurate.

I push them aside and go into the kitchen. I needed greasy food in my system. I grab a packet from the cabinet and put it into the microwave, a few seconds later hash brows, eggs, and bacon appeared. I might throw up looking at the hideous sight before me although any other day my stomach would be growling in delight instead of in protest.

I grab it from the microwave and place it in the table. I grab a cup from one of the cabinets along with Advil and pore myself some orange juice.

"Want to explain to me what the fuck happened to your room?" I hear Brent growl. I hold out my hand so he can shut the fuck up for once in his life and take a bite out of my bacon. Ugh. That was a mistake. That was such a fucking terrible mistake.

I run out the room and go into my bathroom and throw up once again. I let myself dry heave for a few minutes until I was sure I wouldn't throw up again and wash out my mouth with water, even splashing my face with it.

Once I was done I leave the bathroom and go back to the kitchen where everyone was waiting for me. I sit back down and force myself to eat some more then drink my orange juice and take the Advil.

I stop a minute, the turning of my stomach way too much for me to handle. I don't remember the last time I was this fucked up and I had this bad of a hangover. Again I always knew my limit not to mention we always drank so we managed to consume large quantities of alcohol without dying of alcohol poisoning or getting completely shit faced.

After a minute, I knew I wasn't going to throw up, at least not for awhile. I let Brent continue, "Okay you may now speak."

"So I noticed some very big readings yesterday from you-" aka the memories, "and I decided to stop by and discuss that with you. But you see you can almost imagine how surprised I was to see everyone awake all except for you. And then I hear about you're little outburst yesterday. So of course I figure there must be a good valuable explanation for this so I knock on your door and there's no answer and I shout your name and still there's nothing. So I start pounding on your door for what seems like an eternity-"

An exaggeration of course but there's Brent for you. Well also how I am too if I'm being honest... Actually every agent is like that. Huh. Guess it comes with the job.

"Awww how sweet. You waited an eternity for me." I rest my elbows on the table and fold hands together, resting my chin on them as I stare up at him, batting my eyelashes at him. "Oh won't you please go on," I drawl.

He ignores my comments. "Till finally you open the door to you're room and not only is it trashed but you're hungover? You better have a good explanation for this."

I unfold my hands and sigh as I take a bite out of my bacon and look at Brent. He looks angry. "You look angry." I pout.

"Yes I'm angry. I am very angry in fact." I bite my bacon.

"Must be because you haven't gotten any action in bed." I see everyone but Brent's, jaw fall open. He was used to this behavior after all, however, not everyone else was.

"Rose!" I shrug and continue eating my food.

"It's true, I mean when he first saw me he was like a horny little boy waiting for me to say the words to fuck me... Although we all know I would rather kill myself before actually fucking Brent or anyone else for that matter."

"As your director I demand to know, so if you will agent..." I groan.

"What? Demand to know why I won't let you fuck me? Because that's an easy answer." He glares at me. "Oh and you demand to know because your the director? That's bullshit both you and I know I could kick your ass any day of the week." I chuckle. In a softer voice I say, "Demand to know, who the hell does he think he is? Pinche Pendejo."

"You're wearing out my patience Rose."

"See? Now tell me was that hard to call me by my actual name instead of agent?" I imitate his voice.

"You better cut this shit out and answer my question." I go into my room and kick the glass out of my way as I walk to my mattress and begin lifting it up and placing it back where it belongs before plopping onto it causing more turning in my stomach. I shut my eyes tightly and clutch my stomach. I breath silently making sure I wouldn't throw up again.

"And that question is?" He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"What happened last night?"

"I'm sure the guilty looking people behind you," I wave my fingers at them, "told you all about it." I tilt my head to the side as I examine them, smiling as pleasantly as I can. "Didn't you?"

"Rose stop. I don't want to do this with you again. I don't want you to act like how you acted before." He warns me.

"Before?" I roll my eyes at Trevor. "Oh I'm sorry did you finally get your tongue back after yesterday?" I question him, smiling as I do. He stays quiet. "Guess not." I chuckle. "It's not your business anyways."

"It is my business if it involves you." I laugh.

"Ha ha ha." I fake laugh. "You are just so funny today." I lay on my back and stare up at the blank ceiling.

"He's right, they should know."

"Do it and I will kill you." I don't even sound vicious or cruel. Just bored.

"Rose don't start going back to your old habits again." I hear glass breaking as he nears me.

"Old habits?" I furrow my brows, tilting my head to the side slightly. "I wouldn't call it a habit necessarily..."

"Rose what happened? Why don't you talk to me?"

"I do not feel the need to." I was so over this conversation. Everything coming out of my mouth felt like I was only repeating myself.

"Can you talk to me at least?" I turn my head and stare at Grace.

If it were anything else I would have. Grace always knew what I wanted to hear even if I didn't know it. But I couldn't tell her about this. I look back at the ceiling.

"Nice try. Maybe some other day. How about when I'm dead?"

"Can you all please get out? I need to speak to Rose alone." I hear involuntary sighs and scuffles of feet before the door finally closes. It didn't take long for Brent to get started. As soon as the door clicked in place he went off. "What the fuck is happening to you? Why are you doing this to yourself again?"

I didn't know what else to do. My friends look at me like I'm some ticking bomb about to explode again which is fairly true by the way. I'm stuck down here again miserable as ever. Everyday we're stuck down here I try my damn best not to remember... I sigh. There was endless reasons. "And why ever should I not?"

"You know damn well you can't be acting like this. Not again."

"You know he asked why we haven't come up with anything to kill them all?" There's silence now. "He said I wasn't trying hard enough... He basically called me a baby." I laugh.

"He said I quit when it got too tough." I turn my head and stare at Brent's rigid form. "I mean it's true isn't it? I quit when I shouldn't have." I stare at the ceiling. "I snapped and I shouldn't have." I furrow my brows. "So many different mistakes..."

The bed dips down by my legs when Brent sits down. "I heard about that also how you went to the training room."

"You know I got another memory? Well an image really." I can almost feel his spark in interest of the conversation now.

"What was it?"

I smile bitterly. "But then again of course you knew that. That's the only thing you ever cared about and reason why your even down here. This damned prophecy." I mummer silently, knowing well enough he couldn't hear me. "I saw a sword." Speaking up so he can hear me clear as day. "My face. Leigh's face. Her laughter. His voice." I say in a monotone voice, furrowing my brows.

"That's it?"

"Yup."

"Rose?"

"Yeah?" He sighs.

"You need to control yourself. This can't happen anymore. They can't be afraid of you."

"Why not?"

"Because they're you're friends." I stay quiet for a moment.

"But are they really?" They don't even really know me. They didn't know what I've done, who I was, my past, and the events of my future, this prophecy. They knew nothing about me really if I think about it. To be honest I'm a total stranger to them that's almost gotten them killed more than once.

"Yes they are. Just stay strong okay? Don't slip back into your old ways now." I hear the door open and the mummerings from everyone stop altogether.

"I should leave now. I extended my visit by so much already." I turn to the door, seeing Brent looking at his watch.

"Brent?" He turns to me curiously. "It happened when I was awake." I say softly. He blinks. Then blinks again in sheer surprise.

"What did you say?" I look back up at the ceiling.

"I was awake when it happened." I pause. "It's only a matter of time now."

"Rose-"

"You can leave now."

"Rose please-"

"I said leave." I say louder. I didn't want him pitying me. I just wanted to be alone and try sleeping away this hangover and the bad memories of yesterday.

I hear him sigh and after a few seconds later someone clears their throat.

I turn to the door and see everyone staring at me worried. I get up and walk to the door, the glass crunching under the soles of my shoes.

"We leave tomorrow."

"Rose we-" I close the door. Locking myself in the room.

The rest of the day I didn't leave my room not ever for dinner. I wasn't ready to face them after the events that happened yesterday or today.

So when I knew everyone was asleep, I snuck out of my room into the kitchen, eating there in the dark so they wouldn't see the light from the kitchen in case they came out for any reason. Afterwards I walked back to my room and slept.

And that's all I did this time, sleep.

________________________________End of Chapter 12

If some of you were wondering Pinche Pendejo means fucking asshole in Spanish. I haven't actually explained her ethnicity but she's Hispanic as I am!