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I pressed my back against the old wooden attic door, it wouldn't budge. I was in an old abandoned house. I pressed my shoulder up against the door until it cracked open and I climbed through. I found myself in an old musty attic full of junk. Everything was covered in a layer of dust. Something caught my eye. I spotted a jar with the lid on tight. I picked it up, wiping the dust off. Something seemed to glitter  inside it, though it was clearly empty..... or was it? There was a note on it, it read: For Rubin. Rubin? 

I heard a sweet sounding, pretty, and almost electronic sounding voice echo through my head; That's Rubin's jar. I almost jumped out of my skin, dropping the jar. Instead of shattering on the hard wood floor, it landed on a gold and tan pillow at my feet. I could've sworn that wasn't there before. 

I whirled around, in search for the source of the voice, my black hair hitting me in the face. There was a woman, about 17 or 18, sitting on a stack of boxes behind me. She looked just like Molly Ringwald, I thought, only her hair was short and curly and kind of a weird slightly blueish white. She was wearing a silvery blue leather suit. What are you doing here? She said. Her lips were moving and I heard her say this, but what I saw and what I heard seemed to be out of sync. I heard her voice, but in my head. "What?" I asked, a little scared.

What are you doing with Rubin's jar? The Molly Ringwald woman asked in that odd out-of-sync way, her eyes glittering weirdly.

"Who's Rubin?" I asked stupidly.

Ruuuuubiiiiinnnn...... The woman seemed to sigh with grief. Her voice sounded electronic and far away, maybe even a little bit sad. I realized that it was hard to clearly focus on her. She seemed to drift slightly out of your line of vision every time you tried to look directly at her.

I tried to study her face and said again, "Who's Rubin?"

Her head snapped around so that she was looking at me, her head cocked to the side. Her eyes seemed to glow a vague blueish glow. Ruuuuuuuuuuuuubbiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnn........ She sighed a deep heavy sigh. Why did you leaaaaave me Ruuuubiiiiinnnn? I backed up a little, still holding the jar. The woman moaned in her electronic far away echoing voice, I gave you a song and you stiiillll won't loooooooove meeee....... The woman stood up slowly, I backed up a bit more. Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuubbbiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnn..... She said again. I was scared. I should never have come here! You know that old phrase, "Curiosity killed the Tails"? Well, that's not how it goes. It should be that way. 

I ran to the attic door and the Molly Ringwald woman cried out, Noooooo! Don't leave me Ruuuubiiiiin! Tears started rocketing out her eyes instantly. I climbed down the ladder and got the hell out of that attic! As I ran, I could hear the woman's mournful cries, Ruuuuuuuuubbbiiiiiiiiinnn. Why did you leaave meeeee??????

I ran out of the house at top speed, running to my house. Suddenly, a tall figure stepped in front of me and I skidded to a stop. Alex. 

Alex smacked her gum, looking me up and down with her creepy reddish eyes. "Hey, kiddo. Whacha up to? No good, I'm sure." Her curly red hair was tied in a ponytail and her intimidating dark red eyes stared at me. She pinched my face between her sharp, black fingernails. "Where you goin' Shorty?" Alex noticed the jar in my hand. "Aye, what's that?" She snatched the jar from me. "For Rubin? 'S that your boyfriend?" I shook my head, quivering in fear. 

Alex smiled at my fear, smacking her gum loudly. "Later, Tails." She said, tossing the jar at me, thank god I caught it. Alex walked off. 

Man, I hate my sister. Yes, Alex Gates is my sister. Well, kind of. We looked nothing alike, thankfully. I have almond-shaped eyes and straight black hair, while Alex has pasty white skin and thin curly red hair. I was so glad she isn't my actual sister, just my uh... orphanage sister? Whatever, I don't know what to call it. Oh and  how she called me Tails; My real name is Bailey Taylor, but everyone calls me Tails. Horrible nickname, I know, but I've gotten used to it after four years at the orphanage.

I suddenly remembered my situation. Well, the weird Molly Ringwald woman hasn't killed me yet, so I guess it's safe to walk instead of running all the way home.

I kept turning the jar over and over in my hands. I don't know why I had brought it with me, but I did. I was probably going to regret that later.

I opened the door to the orphanage where I live and the second I came in, Emilie jumped up and tackled me in a hug. "Tails! Where were you?" She said. Then she noticed the jar. "What's that?" Oh, Emilie, how will I begin to explain? "Umm.... A jar." I said stupidly.

Emilie cocked her head, her messy blondish ponytails swaying. "A jar....... Like a jam jar? Was there jam in it? Did you eat it all? Why didn't you save some for me? Why are you carrying around a jar-" 

"Woah, woah, woah, Emms. Too many questions!" I said, picking her up. "Isn't it past your bedtime?" Emilie pouted. "No...." She said slowly, "It's nine o'clock." 

"Which is past your bedtime!" I said cheerfully, rubbing my nose against hers.

"It's past your bedtime too!" Emilie said, smiling. 

I shook my head, "Noo, silly. There's a new curfew for the big kids. I can stay up until ten now!" 

Emilie raised her eyebrows at me, looking silly and cute.

I sighed, "Okay, Emms. We're going to play a game. It's called Be Reaaallyy Quiet And Go Back To Bed While Tails Sneeks In- uh! I mean-"

Emilie laughed, "You're sneaky! You were supposed to go to bed a half hour ago!"

I kissed her forehead, "And so were you. Run along, be quiet."

"Okay!" Emilie rubbed her nose on mine and I put her down so she could go upstairs.

I crept up the stairs, trying to be silent. Every rotting wooden stair creaked loudly as I went up the stairs and I sighed quietly. 

As I reached the top of the stairs, the bathroom door nearby opened and Emmet stepped out, yawning. He spotted me, "Tails? What are you doing up?"

I stopped in my tracks, eyes wide, and Emmet grinned. "So, where'd you go?"

"Shut it, Earwig. I'll tell you later." I hissed, trying to pass him. 

Emmet stepped in front of me, his big brown eyes staring into mine curiously. "Where were you? Is that a jar?"

"Yes! Now move!"

Emmet smirked, "Tell me and I'll move."

"Emmet! We're gonna get caught!"

"Shh." Emmet covered my mouth and backed me against a wall. We stood with our backs flattened against the wall as Jacob, one of the younger kids, passed us. 

Once he was gone, we unflattened ourselves. "That was close, the little kids are such tattlers." Emmet said.

I started to walk away and he grabbed my arm, "No way are you getting out of here without telling me, Tails."

I pawed at his arm, trying to get free, but Emmet only tightened his grip. "Let go, Earwig!" I hissed.

"Tell me."

"Fine. Come with me." I pulled on his arm and led him to my room (which I shared with about ten other girls and little kids). We lied down under my bed and I explained what had happened. "And she just started saying in this weird electronic tone 'Why did you leave me, Rubin? Why don't you love me?' and it was so creepy!"

Emmet smiled a little, "Wow, awesome." He looked at me, "You weren't scared, were you, Tails?"

I shook my head violently. "No!" I said a little bit too loudly. One of the little kids stirred. We froze, not making a sound. Please go back to sleep please please please go back to sleep. I thought. He did and we both let out a breath as if we had been holding it in. "Okay, I told you. Beat it, Earwig."

"Manners, man." Emmet said and I playfully punched his shoulder as he left. I got into my bed and fell asleep instantly.

I saw the woman from the attic, she was coming towards me, her eyes glowing blue. That's Rubin's jar. She said, reaching a hand out. I am nothing without Rubin, as Rubin is nothing without his jar. Rubin's song is in that jar. Rubin neeeeeeeds his jaaaaarr..... "NO!!!!" I screamed, bolting upright. 

Yvette, one of the women who worked here, came in, "Tails! What are you screaming about?"

I was breathing heavily. I gasped, my cheeks reddening, "Dream...." I said wearily.

Yvette walked over to me, "Oh, I'm sorry, Sweetie. Are you alright now?"

I nodded, glancing at all the other kids who were staring at me, a little embarrassed.

Yvette left and we all went back to sleep.