Understanding something is supposed to help—Well, not always.
That's what people think.
You learn the rules, you figure out the pattern, you stay one step ahead.
That's how it works in everything else.
School. Sports. Life.
You study, you improve, you win.
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This wasn't like that.
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We had answers now.
Not all of them—but enough to feel like we should've been better off.
The cave.
The markings.
The realization.
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It doesn't want bodies.
It wants attention.
Recognition.
To be heard.
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That should've helped.
It didn't.
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If anything, it made everything worse.
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Because now every sound mattered more.
Every silence felt heavier.
And every thought came with a question we couldn't get rid of:
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Are we already giving it what it wants?
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The next day didn't feel real.
Not in a dramatic way.
Just… off.
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School was loud like always.
People talking.
Laughing.
Phones going off.
Lockers slamming.
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Normal.
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But we weren't.
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We stayed close.
Not in a way people would notice.
Just enough to keep each other in sight.
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Hashim wasn't joking as much.
That was the first sign.
Not completely quiet—but the jokes didn't land the same.
They felt forced.
Like he was trying to prove something still worked when it didn't.
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Samiya was worse.
She snapped at a teacher during third period.
Nothing crazy.
Just attitude.
But that wasn't her usual.
Not like this.
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"Don't start," she muttered when I looked at her later.
"I didn't say anything."
"You were about to."
I wasn't.
But I understood why she thought I was.
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Neems barely spoke.
That was the biggest change.
Usually she filled space without trying.
Now she avoided it.
Like talking too much felt dangerous.
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And Sia—
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Sia was thinking.
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You could always tell.
She got quieter, but not in the same way as Neems.
Not withdrawn.
Focused.
Like she was building something in her head piece by piece.
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We met up after school.
No discussion about whether we should.
It just happened.
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We sat in Sia's car for a while.
Nobody really saying anything.
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Finally, Hashim broke it.
"So… now what?"
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No one answered right away.
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Because that question didn't have a good answer anymore.
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Before, it was simple.
Don't listen.
Don't respond.
Stay away.
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Now?
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We knew that wasn't enough.
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"It wants attention," Samiya said, staring straight ahead. "So we just don't give it any."
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"That's what we've been doing," Hashim replied.
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"And look where that got us," she shot back.
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Silence.
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Neems spoke up, quieter than usual.
"But if we do give it attention…"
She didn't finish the sentence.
She didn't have to.
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We all knew how that ended.
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"I don't think there's a right answer," I said.
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Sia finally looked up.
"That's because there isn't."
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We all turned to her.
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She didn't look scared.
Not exactly.
But there was something underneath.
Something tighter than usual.
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"We thought understanding it would give us control," she said. "It doesn't."
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Hashim leaned back slightly.
"Then what does it give us?"
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Sia held his gaze for a second.
Then—
"Context."
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That word sat there.
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Not power.
Not safety.
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Just context.
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Samiya let out a dry laugh.
"That's useless."
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"No," Sia said. "It's worse than useless."
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That got our attention.
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"Because now we know what it wants," she continued. "And we still can't stop it."
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That was it.
That was the truth of it.
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Before, we were guessing.
Now?
We were aware.
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And awareness didn't protect us.
It just made every decision heavier.
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Hashim ran a hand through his hair.
"So what are we supposed to do then?"
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Sia didn't answer right away.
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Instead—
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She opened her car door.
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"Come on," she said.
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We followed her inside her house.
No questions.
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Down the stairs.
Into the basement.
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And that's when we saw it.
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Her evidence board.
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It wasn't small.
Not something thrown together.
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It covered almost half the wall.
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Papers.
Photos.
Sticky notes.
Strings connecting everything.
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And right in the center—
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The cave.
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A printed photo.
The one we took when we went back.
Grainy.
Dark.
But clear enough.
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Everything connected to it.
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Red string branching out in every direction.
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"The Listener."
Written on a sticky note.
Under it:
Mastermind.
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Another branch—
"The Walker."
Under that:
Physical threat.
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A line drawn between them.
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"Two separate beings?"
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Hashim stepped closer.
"…yo."
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Neems didn't say anything.
She just stared.
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Because this wasn't guessing anymore.
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This was someone trying to understand it seriously.
Completely.
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Another section.
More notes.
Messier.
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"Cave Relocation."
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Questions written all around it.
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How did the cave appear?
Was it time-based?
Why after 11?
Why gone after midnight?
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Another note:
Disappears after 12?
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Another:
The Walker avoids light & crowds
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Then—
something circled multiple times.
Hard.
Like she'd gone over it again and again.
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WHERE DOES IT GO?
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No answer.
Just the question.
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Samiya stepped closer.
"You've been doing this… this whole time?"
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Sia didn't turn around.
"Since it stopped making sense."
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Hashim let out a quiet breath.
"This is… a lot."
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"It has to be," Sia said.
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I stepped closer to the board.
Looking at everything.
Connections.
Patterns.
Questions.
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And for the first time—
I understood something clearly.
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We weren't falling apart.
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We were trying to hold it together in different ways.
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Samiya through anger.
Hashim through humor.
Neems through avoidance.
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Sia through control.
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And me?
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Through patterns.
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But none of it—
none of it—
was actually stopping anything.
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"Even with all this…" Neems said softly, "we still don't know what to do."
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Sia finally turned.
Looked at all of us.
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Her voice was calm.
But it didn't feel reassuring.
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"Yeah," she said.
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"We don't."
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Silence settled over the room.
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The board stayed there.
Full of answers.
Full of questions.
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And somehow—
we felt more stuck than we did before.
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Because now we kne w.
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And knowing didn't give us a way out.
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It just made it clear—
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There might not be one.
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End of Chapter 13.
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NEXT WEEK:
CHAPTER 14: "Sleep Deprivation"