Psychic or Psycho?

Jace's POV

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you from-"

The dream ends urgently, as if mocking me. I've been having the same dream for days now, ever since Louis had gotten beaten up. He won't say who did it, I wish I knew.

I sit up in bed, debating what to do. Maybe check on Louis, he's also been having nightmares. But then again, I've done that everyday for the past week.

Suddenly, there's a knock on my door. I throw one of my extra pillows at it, yelling at the person to go away. But they enter anyway.

"Jace, it's Niall," Liam says. "He's gone." I sit up, my eyes widened at Liam.

"Where has he gone?"

"I don't know, Jace, but hurry and get dressed, we need to go out and find him. Now," he says and closes the door.

"What've you gotten yourself into this time, Niall," I say as I pull on a scrubby outfit, not caring what I wear. I open the door and run down the Girls' Corridor and ini the kitchen. I see all four of the boys, Louis still bruised slightly.

"Jace," Zayn comes over to me and puts his hands on my shoulders. "Do you know where he is?" I shake my head no. Louis looks up.

"What about that time when you talked to me in my head," Louis reminds me. "You knew where I was, didn't you?" The boys look at me.

"Guys, I've only done that-"

"You've got to try, Jace," Zayn pleads. "Please." I look at the boys, knowing they wouldn't ask me to do this if it wasn't an emergency. I sigh and close my eyes.

Niall, talk to me. Where have you gone?

Why do you care?

I started to get an image of where Niall was.

Niall, please. Where've you gone? Why did you leave?

the image started to get stronger, and even though I had closed my eyes, I winced.

No. I'm done with you guys and the Institute. You've been so delirious to the whole situation, haven't you, Jace?

What are you talking about, Niall...

Me, you- the boys, we're not normal, Jace. We've got powers people only think are real. Why did you think Harry and Zayn got kicked out of their schools in London? Why do you think people label you as 'Psycho'? Because you, me, we're different, Jace. Yet we are the same.

No, we're not, I said back to him. The image got stronger, yet was so blurry. I could hear the sound of a train.

Yes, Jace, we are exactly the same.

My eyes snapped open.

I saw the image clearly, and remembered.

"He's headed back to Ireland. We've got to hurry," I said.

Notes

Hi guys... I've been feeling a little down today. :(