Chapter One

"Do I have to do this?" I asked, nervously fidgeting in the hard, plastic, orange chair.

Dad tapped his foot impatiently. "Yes," was all he replied.

"But I'm fine!" I protested. Dad ignored me and tapped away on his iPhone.

I miserably slumped back in my chair and took out my Blackberry to pass the time. Unlocking the screen, I saw that I had a new message. I clicked on it and read the sender's name; it was from Will my boyfriend back home.

Hope ur settling in ok will call later coz going 2 Gemma's party. Will x

Oh of course he was going to Gemma's party. I knew the moment I left England that she was going to move in and get her claws into Will. As much as I knew he loved me, he was a male after all, and all males have urges. Gemma was a friend of his, we'd never really seen eye to eye on her. I knew that she was after Will and he was either too oblivious or just plain dumb to notice.

How fantastic.

Will was your classic good looking boy. Blonde hair, big blue eyes, tall and played every sport known to man. Not the smartest Crayola in the pack but that never really fazed me. He was a real gem in Thanet. Not usually my scene as I was his polar opposite in every way. Red hair, green eyes, unfairly short and completely opposed to sport of any kind. You were more likely to find me behind the bike shed, drinking away my detentions whereas he was the picture of perfection.

No idea how he spotted me but that's how it is I suppose.

"Harley Andrews, Dr Campbell is free to see you now," the elderly secretary called from behind the counter. I slowly stood up and sent one last irritated look at my dad –who didn't look up from his phone- before walking through a large oak door and out into a long corridor.

"Mike come back!" A deep voice shouted from the opposite end of the corridor. A tall figure came towards me, and I quickly stepped against the wall to clear the way for it. When something twice your size hurtles towards you at a speed fast enough to knock you clear out of the building, you move aside. A boy about my age with messy dark hair ran past me. I looked up into his face and our eyes briefly met, and then he was gone. Someone else ran past but I couldn't get the boy's chocolate brown eyes out of my head. They looked angry and confused, two emotions I knew well.

"Harley Andrews?" I blinked in surprise and saw a middle-aged woman standing in a doorway. Her chestnut brown hair was twisted into a practical but stylish bun and streaks of grey were visible. She wore baggy jeans with flaired bottoms and a scruffy jumper. She looked like someone who should be working in a nursery. I nodded slowly.

"I'm Helen Campbell." She walked towards me and stuck her hand out. I shook it and then immediately put my hand back into my pocket. "Your therapist."

"Harley Andrews- but you already knew that." When in doubt, exude false confidence and comedic genius. Campbell smiled.

"Yes I did, would you like to come with me?" We walked the few steps back to her office and she stood aside to hold the door open for me.

It was like walking into frickin Narnia.

Her office was brightly lit with lamps and little candles all over the place. The walls were plastered with colourful posters promoting slogans like; 'It's okay to be gay!' or 'Speak up and speak out!' The floor was littered with assorted rugs and pillows and beanbag chairs. There was an old looking couch, covered in patchwork cushions. A small armchair with similar accessories sat opposite. On the other side of the room was a small desk with a computer and chair. A massive bay window overlooking the park, bathed the room in a warm, yellow light. It was a cosy look, a little over the top but it's all about personal preference I suppose. I myself would quite like to throw bucketful's of black paint all over the office to tone down all of these primary colours. They're making my head spin.

Compared to the dull grey of the corridor outside, I felt like I had just walked into a rainbow.

"Please sit down." Campbell sat in the armchair so I sat opposite her on the couch. I was going to sit behind her desk but that didn't seem like the polite thing to do. The moment I sat down, I sunk about 3 ft. "Sorry about that," she smiled. "It's an old couch."

"I can tell," I muttered under my breath, shifting my weight to try and stay remotely level with her.

"So Harls-"

"Harley is fine-"

"-How are you adjusting to Rosewood?" She ignored me and continued. I shrugged and picked at an imaginary loose thread on my skinny jeans. I felt her gaze burning holes through the top of my head and when I looked up, I saw she was looking at me expectantly. I looked everywhere but her -focusing my attention on a poster saying 'Don't kill Herman the Hymen! He's still so pure, wait until marriage!'- Until Campbell coughed loudly and I felt the awkwardness levels beginning to rise. I cleared my throat.

"Okay I suppose, I've only been here a couple days."

"Are you excited about starting Rosewood Day?" she asked conversationally. I shrugged again.

"I guess."

"Are you worried about making new friends?" I was getting bored of shrugging so I decided to mix it up a little.

I delicately raised a perfectly arched eyebrow.

Campbell didn't catch on. So I shrugged.

"Well," she pressed. "Are you?" I sighed impatiently.

"No."

"Okay," she hesitated for a moment, looking unsure. "What about the cafeteria food? I hear there's some really good stuff-"

"Look, Doctor Campbell is it?" I didn't wait for a reply. "This is getting nowhere. I know you're paid to listen to my crap and all but I actually have better things to do." I stood up and left with a muttered goodbye.

"See you next week!" Campbell called cheerily.

This is ridiculous. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I ran through endless corridors and I kept going until I couldn't run anymore. The only things I could hear were my footsteps echoing around the hall and the blood pounding in my ears.

I had to get out. Why were these halls so small? Were the walls moving closer?

I saw a door on the right hand side –it was a disabled toilet- and pulled it open. I threw myself inside and quickly shut the door; closing my eyes and leaning against it, panting heavily. When my breathing had become less irregular, I opened my eyes slowly. What I didn't expect was to see a pale, drawn face staring back at me.

It was the guy from before only this time he had tears running down his face and his brown eyes looked bloodshot. He was sat next on the floor next to the toilet, with his legs pulled up to his chest

"I'm so s-sorry, I didn't k-know anyone was in h-here." I mumbled, turning around and trying to open the door. Come on quick getaway. I pulled and pushed on it until I came to an awful conclusion.

"I think we're locked in."