"What the hell do we do then?"

We had called Evelyn and Mason over to come and check it out.

I voted calling the police but it was three against one so I got voted out.

The day was leaving us as the rooms got darker and darker. And since there was no one around, no one had turned on any lights.

I checked and there's not electricity or water or anything.

"What about security cams?" 

I shrugged, "They're in all the hallways and stuff like that but if there's no electricity how do we look through them." 

Mason nodded, "There's always a way, where do you think it'll be located? I can get through the main firewall if it hasn't already been hacked." 

"Probably in the staff only room. There's a room at the end of the hall with files and a security room."

"I know where it is, I'll come with you." James spoke, "Okay, you girls gonna be okay?" Mason reassured. I nodded, "We'll be fine." 

"Check in soon." 

The boys left us in the room alone, there's gotta be something.

"I feel weird snooping through your therapists room like this." Evelyn shivered, rubbing her arms, "Me too. But if this was a hate crime there's gotta be something." 

I went to the desk, rifling through the drawers. I've seen enough crime shows to know that sometimes people have hidden drawers under a board, "Nothing here." I called out, trying to pry open the locked bottom drawer.

I grabbed some scissors from the pen holder and tried to turn the key hole but nothing, "Do you know anything about picking locks?" I joked, "Nope." Evelyn struggled, sounding out of breath, "But try pressing the bottom of the drawer, sometimes they're lose." 

Oh, I didn't know that.

Surely enough, she was right. I had enough room to wiggle the bottom off, "Anything?" 

My eyes widened when empty bottles of alcohol and empty cigarette packets fell out of it, "No but who knew my therapist was such a junkie." I joked, picking up the bottles.

"Therapists are really secretive." Evelyn said, "Yeah." 

I kept looking, finding nothing in her drawers.

"Can you help me with the bookshelf?" I asked, Evelyn nodded.

She was checking behind paintings and all the things on the wall. Nothing. 

"If this were a crime show, this would be the main thing where things would be hidden." 

All the books seemed to be pretty normal, child development, teenage anger, divorced parents. There were a few fictional books, some pictures and her degrees in picture frames. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Is it bad to admit I think my therapist is hiding something?" I said, suddenly feeling like a bad person.

"Nope. Because she is." 

I looked to where Evelyn was, and behind a book she'd pulled off was a metal safe inside the wall. "Holy shit." I said, "Yep. Looks like a code one too."

What the hell is she hiding? 

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We spent ages rifling through the room trying to find anything that could lead to a code, nothing. A house number, birthday, anniversary... there was nothing here?

"What if it was 1234." Evelyn shrugged, typing it in anyway. I had false hope when it was scanning, and then my false hope was squashed when it said error.

"I have no idea what it could be. We've tried everything." 

How hard can a four digit code possible be?

"Hey guys, do you know anything about a computer code with 7761?" James came into the room holding a piece of paper. Evelyn and I looked at each other, before furiously crunching in the numbers.

I felt a sense of excitement pulsate through me when the safe cracked open, "Hallelujah." 

"What've you found?" James asked, coming up behind me, "Other the then the fact that my therapist is an alcoholic? Nothing yet." 

The safe unfortunately had nothing but what looked like a safety deposit box key and a stack of papers. Nonetheless, we took them out anyway.

I sat on the floor with Evelyn, going through the 5 envelopes.

"Unpaid bills, unpaid bills, unpaid bills. What do you have?" I sighed, "The same. But this one is for Roger Finance? Ring a bell?"

I shook my head, "Maybe its the company she's with?"

But what about the key? There had to be something. Otherwise we just ransacked my therapists office for nothing.

The address written on the key tag had rubbed off and I struggled to read what it said. I squinted so hard I saw stars.

Suddenly, a blaring alarm started ringing through the air, "Shit, what the fuck is that?" I yelled, stuffing the key into my pocket before placing my hands over my ears.

Evelyn did the same, running out into the hallway. Mason's frantic face came into view, "I accidentally triggered the alarm which means we have less than 5 minutes to get out of here before the police arrive!" 

My eyes widened in panic as I looked for James, "His Mom's car is still here!" 

"It doesn't matter, he'll find us!"

We rushed out of the building, climbing into James's unlocked car and shielding ourselves from any cameras. James came out in the knick of time as police sirens could be heard from two blocks away!

"Where the hell were you?" I questioned, breathing hard like a maniac. "I'll explain later." 

He swerved out of the parking lot and sped down the road recklessly, throwing us all about in the seats, "Where are we going?" He asked, "My place. My dad and step mom aren't home." 

James nodded, turning down the street that led us to my house.

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Laid out on my kitchen table were four items. Turns out, all of us took something from that office.

A key, an already opened envelope, a business card and a pen.

"Why do we have these?" Mason questioned, "This key leads to something. I don't know what yet but I have a feeling. Why would it be with all the stuff in the safe if it was just for some finance building?"

"The envelope has pictures in it that I printed off the security footage. How I managed to print them off in time I will never understand." Mason said, flopping onto the couch.

"The business card and pen have the same label as the key tag, I thought it might be useful." Evelyn asked.

The door suddenly burst open and I quickly threw everything off the table, shoving them into my pockets.

Rebecca came in with a frown on her face, her eyebrows turning downward when she saw James, Evelyn and Mason.

"Please don't tell me it was you guys who broke into that therapists office." Rebecca hissed. All three of them looked at me, "She knows." I sighed.

"What?" Mason yelled, "She understands that she could be at risk I just- I haven't told her everything so be cool." I muttered under my breath. 

"Sofia. Tell me, now. Was it you guys?" 

I nodded guiltily. Rebecca sighed, running her hands over her face, "For fucks sake." She whispered under her breath, "I understand you're scared but you cannot go breaking and entering into random people's offices because you feel like it." 

She switched on the TV, "They're labelling you guys as some rowdy teenagers on the news." 

The TV was already on the news as we all quietened down to listen.

It is believed that some reckless teenagers broke into the empty Bekker and Co. Counselling building today, ransacking through Dr Tresel's office. Nothing seemed to be taken or broken except for a drawer with nothing in it. 

They showed picture and video footage of the room, and my eyes widened.

I knew everyone was thinking the same thing right now, what the hell happened to the writing on the wall?

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