OUR PASTS

Hey,

I'm not too sure what I'm going to do with this story but we'll have to wait and see!


Cammie's POV:

"No! No! No! No! No! Please don't! Please AGHHHHH!" I screamed out in pain as she plunged the knife into my left thigh. "Tell me what you know!" She shouted right into my face as she yanked to knife out of my leg. "AGHHHH" I yelled out in pain. She put the knife on the tray on the table and she hovered her leather gloved hand over her instruments of torture. Her hand stopped over an injection filled with purple liquid. She picked it up and stalked towards me. She lunged towards me and jabbed the injection into my neck. At first I thought it was something that would put me to sleep but I know not to suspect the obvious. Then did I realise it was something that causes the biggest migraine in the world. "AGHHH! Make it stop!" I screamed as it grew worse. I slammed my eyes shut at the pain. "This injection stops the pain, but tell me what I want to know." She said getting annoyed by the minuet. When I opened my eyes she was holding a green filled injection. "NEVER!" I screamed. She put the green filled injection down and picked up a dagger and plunged it into my right hand. "AGHHHH"

"AGHHHH!" I shot up, panting frantically. I could feel my hair sticking to the back of my neck from the sweat. I put my hand on my forehead to reassure myself I wasn't in that place anymore. I slowly eased myself down returning my head back to my pillow. "It was just a bad dream, you're okay, your safe now, your alive" I whispered to myself. As my breath began to slow down I looked to my left where my bedside table was. My alarm clock read 12:04 I internally groaned. Only 9 hours and 26 minutes till I start my first day at my new school. 'Yay!' (Note the sarcasm). My Mum wanted a fresh start away from our old house because it reminded her of Dad. I don't blame her, it reminded me of Dad as well but I don't get drunk every time I miss him. He went MIA 3 years ago. He worked for the CIA and he taught me everything he knew. My Dad was one of the best, he was legendary and he died, just like that. Technically he's not dead because they never found his body but my Mum says I'm kidding myself if I have hope. Ever since she died she's been drinking, a lot. And sometimes when she's completely drunk she gets violent. It's not bad I've been through worse. But the worse thing she's done is push me down the stairs and I broke my wrist. So she decided that we should start fresh aka move out. And since then she's not been drinking because she's had her mind on other things. I used to be more fun until my Dad died but I still tried to be the same Cammie. It worked for a while until last summer. The Circle of Caven kidnapped me for three weeks. They tortured, played horrible mind games and they linked me up to different machines all causing excruciating pain. The Circle of Caven kidnapped my Dad and supposedly killed him. They were trying to get information out of me about a list of names. I had no idea what they were talking about but they were convinced I knew. No one missed me when I was gone because they thought I was at summer camp (Only normal people go to summer camp). Ever since then I've changed and I can never be changed back. I rolled onto my back at stared into nothingness hoping for sleep. But every time I fall asleep I have flash backs of what happened. So I don't want sleep, but I'm so tired. Before know it I'm asleep.

"BRINGGGGG! BRINGGGGGG!"

"Ugh" I groan as I roll over to shut my stupid alarm off. My alarm read 6:30 'woohoo! School' I think to myself as I starch and stand up. I walk over to my vanity and pick up my wash bag and head to the bathroom to shower.

After a hot shower I pick out my high wasted black jeans, white belly top, back zip up jumper and my trustee timberland's. I choose this outfit because you can't see my scars or my tattoo (it says 'Chameleon' my code name). I brushed/dried my hair then applied light make up. I brushed my teeth then grabbed my rucksack and went downstairs. I saw my Mum sat at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. She never reads the paper. This must be one of her little changes to make us 'normal'. I approached her slowly in case she's in one of her moods. "Um, hey Mum." Is all I manage to get out as I grab an apple out of the fruit basket and kiss my Mum goodbye. Wait when did we get a fruit basket? Never mind. And I head out the door. I can walk to school because I trained to run 10 miles and act like its nothing, so I'm pretty sure I can do this.


That took me longer than I thought and it's not even good. Let me know what you think!

Sky xx