a/n: w00t. It's my first attempt at something more than a one-shot for fiction. And it's semi horror! Tragedy! All the things we love! Don't forget to review! Cuz they inspire me to write awesome things like this!

Horror Show

"Not my fault," she whispered, covering her ears with her hands. "Not my fault..." She was backed into a corner with her knees pulled up to her chest. Her dark eyes were wide and staring. Wild. There were tears streaming from them as she searched for someone to listen to her pleas. She was alone.

But there was a woman watching her from behind a glass window. She pressed a hand to the glass and sighed. A nurse was walking by the room and stopped when she saw the woman.

"Do you know her?" The nurse gestured to the woman in the room.

"Yes," she murmured. "She's my sister."

The nurse nodded. "Are you here to visit?"

"...no. The doctor advised me not to."

"A good idea. She's still in shock."

The woman's eyes were vacant as she stared into the room. The pristine room. White. She hated the color, she noted dully. She'd never furnish her home with such a color.

"Will she ever recover?"

The nurse hesistated before answering. "Physically, she's already recovered," she started.

The woman laughed. "I know that. She was fine when they found her. Not even a scratch on her. I want to know about her sanity," she said. "Look at her."

The nurse closed her eyes. They didn't know what was wrong with the young woman in the room. She was physically healthy. In perfect condition. But she'd been repeating the same words for weeks on end without any indication that she was ever going to stop.

"I've only seen one other case like hers," the nurse said softly, debating with herself. "It was... disturbing."

"What happened?"

The nurse was silent, wondering if she should tell her.

"Please. I'd like to know."

The nurse swallowed."It was... four years ago. A young man was in a subway bombing. He walked out alive without a mark on his body. But he stayed secluded, claiming that it "wasn't his fault." It was a lot like your sister."

She turned away from the glass to watch the nurse. "What happened to him?"

The nurse lowered her eyes. "He disappeared."

"Disappeared?"

"I checked on him right before midnight and then when I came around again at three, he was gone. The glass was still in tact, the door was locked from the outside. There was no way he could have gotten out and yet..."

"He still disappeared," the woman whispered.

The nurse nodded. "Without a trace."

"I don't think she's going anywhere," the woman whispered.

The nurse merely shook her head. "If you need anything before you leave, just ask the front desk for me." She pointed to her name tag. "Kara."

"I will. Thank you," the woman said.

She took a seat in a chair that was sitting across from the window. She held her face in her hands and let the tears fall. She'd been the strong big sister she was supposed to be since it had happened, but she couldn't hold it in anymore. It was tearing her apart.

"Oh, Mara," she breathed. "What am I going to do?"

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"Not my fault... Not my fault..." The words were a mantra as sleep eluded her. Her eyes searched the now dark room for someone to believe her.

Her sister had left hours before after being prodded awake by the kindly nurse. The nurse had checked on her vitals one last time before she too left. She was alone now. It was just her and the voices.

"Why..."

"You... it... killed... your fault..."

"No! No!" she denied frantically, holding her head while she shook it rapidly. "Not my fault!"

"Admit... it... you... did..."

"Us... died... you... because... we..."

"Stop! Stop! It's not my fault! It's not my fault!!" she finally screamed, rocking back and forth in a ball. "Not my fault..."

"I know it's not your fault..."

Her head whipped around to face the voice. "Not my fault..."

"No. Not your fault." Her crazed eyes met soft blue eyes in the face of a small child. Innocent. "I can help you."

"Not Mara's fault... Not my fault..."

"No, Mara," the girl said, "It's not your fault." She held out her hand.

Mara stared at it for a moment before putting her hands back on her head. "Not my fault..."

The child was patient. "No. Not your fault. You are not to blame. Now take my hand, Mara." She thrust her hand forward a little more. "Now..."

She shook her head. Her eyes widened more and she turned to the girl once again. "Help..."

"Yes. I'll help you," she promised, offering her hand again.

Mara lifted her hand. It was shaking. She watched as she placed it into the little girl's waiting hand. She grasped it tenderly and brought it to her chest, cradling as if it were something infinitely precious.

"You're safe now," she murmured, her eyes glowing faintly amber.

Mara started laughing. "Yes... Yes... Not my fault... Safe..."

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"She's gone." The words fell from the lips of Mara's sister. She was in shock. "You were on duty." She turned to the nurse.

"Yes, and I checked her right before midnight!" she defended, standing from her seat in the hallway. "She was in that corner, with her hands on her head. She was exactly how she'd been for weeks on end."

"And then she just... disappears? It doesn't make sense!!" she shrieked.

"I'm sorry. I don't know how she escaped," the nurse apologized.

"I just... I don't understand! I saw her myself... She was in no condition to even move!!" she shouted.

The nurse shook her head. "This... it's just like him..."

The doctor's eyes widened. "Kara! Silence!"

Mara's sister looked at him. "Why...? There's a connection! Between the two cases! We could find Mara!"

"No," he said. "They are both gone. No one knows how they disappeared, so therefore they will not be found."

The woman screamed. "This isn't happening!!" She dropped to her knees and buried her face in her hands. "She was just here... She was just here..."

Kara bent down and held her shoulders in her hands. "There, there, Mya... It'll be okay..."

"Ho-ow...? God saved her and then took her away..."

Kara looked up at the doctor. He nodded. "Mya, I'm going to help you into a chair where we can help you calm down."

Her eyes flew open. "No! I am not crazy! I am not like her! I am not Mara!" she insisted.

"Mya!" the doctor yelled. "Be quiet! You have no choice."

Her eyes were wide with shock. She could talk. She couldn't think. The doctor nodded again. The nurse nodded in response and helped Mya up. She was still in a trance like state. She couldn't help it. She wanted to tear her eyes away from his cold face, his calculated gaze, but she couldn't. She wanted to blink. She couldn't even do that.

It was happening again.

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"Mara! Mara!" she called, searching around the area. "Where is she?!"

"We're clearing the wreckage now," a firefighter told her. "I doubt she survived, though..."

"No! She's fine! Dig her out!" she begged, clinging to his jacket. "Please... My sister..."

"Miss... I'll do my best."

The plane had gone down close to Denver. Close to their destination. There were only forty-two passengers aboard plus the pilots and flight attendent. The chances of anyone of those forty-two people surviving was slim. That's what they'd told her on the phone.

It was her fault.

Mara had been coming out to visit for the weekend. The weather was bad and she knew it. But Mya still insisted that she come. The snow was blinding, but Mara still got on the plane. It was one of the few flights that hadn't been cancelled.

Mya couldn't believe it when they called her. She couldn't think. Mara. Her only living relative. Her beloved sister. Precious. She drove down to the site of the crash without thinking about what she was doing.

"Hey!" a firefighter yelled from the other side of the plane. "I found a live one!"

Mya's eyes widened. She didn't dare hope.

"She's... perfectly fine, too. Not a single mark on her..." He came into sight, carrying a woman in his arms.

Her eyes were wide. Her beautiful gray eyes. Wide with fear as tears fell from them. Her mouth was parted to accomadate her shallow breathing. Her hands were holding her head. She was saying something.

Mya recognized her at once. "Mara!"

She rushed over to the man with her arms out. She wrapped Mara in her arms.

"Not my fault..." she heard. She pulled away and gently pried her sister's hands away from her head.

"Oh, sweety, it's all right! You're okay now. You're safe. I'm here," Mya cooed.

Mya kept her eyes trained on her sister, but she was listening to what the men were saying about Mara.

"...can't believe she lived. She's the only one. Must be an act of God."

"It's unreal. I've never seen anything like it..."

"Excuse me!" Mya interrupted. "Can I take her home now?"

"I think you should get her looked at," the firefighter who found her suggested, "just in case. I think she may have knocked her head."

Mya looked at her. She was still muttering nonsense. Something like, "it's not my fault." Then she looked up at the man. "I'll do that..."

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"Careful, now," the doctor said. "She's gone into a flashback."

The nurse stared at him. "How can you tell?"

"Look at her eyes. They're glazed over and her pupils are dilated. She's reliving something," he answered simply.

Kara nodded and looked back down at their newest patient. She blinked rapidly.

"Ah," he sighed. "She's coming round."

Mya blinked her eyes sleepily, staring at her surroundings with a dazed expression. She whimpered faintly, looking up into the doctors smiling eyes. He patted her cheek gently.

"There she is. How are you feeling, dear?" he asked her quietly.

She looked confused. "Mmmm," she mumbled.

"What's wrong with her?" the nurse asked.

"She's in shock. She's trying to remember," he answered, still cupping Mya's cheek in his hand. "Mya?"

"I... What...?" she wonered aloud, blinking again. "Where...?"

"You're in the Institution. You passed out," he told her, helping her sit up.

She sat up and put a hand up to her head. "I... Yes. I remember." She nodded. "I'm sorry... I went a little nuts, it's just..." She started crying. "Mara..."

Kara stared at her with sympathy in her eyes. "It's alright," she assured, hugging her.

The doctor stepped back and advised his nurse to do the same with his eyes. 'She needs to be alone.'

Kara nodded and moved away, carefully brushing Mya's dark hair out of her eyes. She promised it would be alright and that she was welcome to stay in the room as long as she needed to compose herself.

It was only the beginning.