**JANE POV**
"Oh my goodness!" I exclaimed, grabbing her wrist instinctively as we waked out together. "How did you manage to cut yourself like that?"
Vivian stared at the wound for barely a second before shrugging.
"I guess I'm too beautiful to handle sharp objects." She said then laughed out weirdly.
I sighed.
"You joke too much."
"It doesn't even hurt."
"It is literally bleeding."
"I've had worse."
I shook my head.
"No argument. You're going to the clinic."
Without waiting for another complaint, I wrapped my hand gently around her uninjured arm and led her away from the guest area.
The farther we walked from the decorations and the noisy crowd, the quieter the surroundings became.
Only when we had turned into one of the nearly empty corridors did Vivian finally speak.
"I did it on purpose."
I stopped walking.
"What?"
She glanced behind us to make sure nobody had followed.
"I cut myself."
I stared at her.
"...Intentionally?"
She nodded.
"I needed to talk to you alone."
I looked down at the cut again.
It wasn't deep.
She wrapped a piece of cloth around the finger.
"It will heal up"
"You are unbelievable."
"I know."
"What was so important?"
"The first girl."
"Denis" I replied and she nodded.
"We spent weeks asking questions."
She lowered her voice.
"Nobody remembers her because nobody wanted to."
Vivian leaned against the wall before continuing.
"We found out she definitely wasn't innocent."
"What did you find?" I asked.
"According to the police report, Denis was a prime suspect of the fire." Vivian said looking directly into my eyes.
I paused, blinked twice before releasing what was in my mind.
"Whattttttt??"
Let me just narrate what Vivian told me;
"Denis was the first person to receive a letter. I remember the first letter she got was after our first news broadcast on the school's channel. People hated it, more like they hated her.
She was bully.
But, there was one letter she received,
It broke her. It was written in a red coated letter and it was so different.
Inside the letter, she was accused of her offences and the writer promises to purge the world of people like her.
She got some more, but it was hard to tell because she usually have a lot on a regular basis, but she was depressed. "
"How are sure are you she lit the room on fire?"
"When investigators came, I stole one of them note and hid it. In it, it said, the cause of the fire was from a lighter."
"Here is the plot twist, Denis never smoked." She added
"But we were told it was caused by an Iron." I said.
"That was when I knew, something is wrong. Someone is covering things up."
Chills ran down my spines as soon as she said this.
"Also, after that, I looked around for people who knew this was more than coincidence. Then I met you and Andrew."
"I am sorry."
"For what?" She asked laughing.
"You went through a lot." I said, took a pause before continuing. "Do you still have the police note?"
"Yes I should."
Before I could ask another question, movement near the entrance caught my attention.
A boy walked past us carrying two large cardboard.
Very young, probably around the ages of 8 to 11.
But...the moment I saw his face, it felt like I had seen him before.
I was certain of it but I could not place it.
"Jane?"
Vivian's voice pulled me back.
I blinked.
"Hmm?"
"You've been staring at that boy for almost a minute."
I frowned, still unable to take my eyes off the direction he had gone.
"I know him."
Vivian followed my gaze.
"Who is he?"
I slowly shook my head.
"I... I don't know."
"You said….."
"Yeah I know what I said. " I said cutting in almost raising my voice.
"Hold this for me." I gave Vivian the bag that contained the award Andrew gave me and then followed.
I tried to trace the boy, but those I saw were the guest, a lot of them.
Let me say reunion, because that is what it looked like. Parents reuniting with their children after over 5 years.
I saw the boy again, he entered a room that was tagged, 'Protocol'
It seems like a time to give up, but,
Curiosity got the best of the cat.
I followed.
Inside, the room was bigger and I am pretty sure I have never entered this room before. It was so spaced and it was set up more like a control room.
Well, you guessed right, they are all strangers, people I don't think I have ever met before.
In the room, there was another door, I felt that must be where the boy went.
As I stretched my hand to open the door...
An unfamiliar voice called out,
"Janette Marie Macaulay."
I paused.
No one calls me my full name. When I say no one, I mean no one.
I turned slowly, and my facial expression could tell that I was so shocked.
"Hello Jane." A man said smiled as though we had met only yesterday.
He is probably in his early 60's, weird beard, tall and chubby. His shirt looked so expensive, so I guess that he must be very rich. He had a weird one eyed glasses on as well.
"How did you know me?" I said looking at him in the eye waiting for an answer. "Who are you."
"You really don't remember anything before this school do you?"
"And you are?"
"Still the same old Jane. Brave, bold, fearless. Don't tell me you don't remember me?"
I said nothing, I had nothing to say, I felt so blank.
I was brought to this school when I was 13. The memory of the years before that were very faint.
I don't know why and this man,
Who is he?
I dont think he is a teacher but how did he know my full name?