I know that was unlike Chloe but if you've read, you know that she has lost some of her memory. A lot of you ask why. Well that's why I'm going to keep writing so you'll finally know the truth behind that little incident. Maybe it'll have also relate with Derek's little I-almost-tried-to-kill-Simon-when-I-didn't-even-remember-excactly-why incident. I know this is turning out weird, but once you keep reading you'll probably start to get it. I'm not a professional, I'm only 15 years old, but don't feel obligated to tell if you don't understand anything or if anything is odd to you. I'd like your opinions so it will help. Oh! Just wanted to say, forgot to rate it T because of everything that will probably be happening later in the story, but I fixed it so…and just a reminder, I don't own the Darkest Powers Trilogy, Kelley Armstrong does…carry on!

(Chloe's POV)

"Here drink this," kit said, handing me a glass of water. When I took it from him he stepped back and ogled me. I took a small sip and put it next to the digital clock. Then I looked up at the others and said, "Okay, I drank. Now what's going on?"

Everybody had been looking at me like I was about to attack them. They watched my every move, gave me odd looks, and kept asking me if I was okay. Yes, they were starting to get on my nerve. Everyone was acting so paranoid, and here I was not having a clue on what happened. I had calmed down but I was still anxious about finding out what I did exactly. Liz was even there, constantly giving me concerned looks.

No one said anything, they just went on staring. "Guys. What happened?" I sat up straighter to show that I wasn't joking around and that I really wanted to know. I was desperate. A little Scared, but desperate.

Finally, it was Tori who said, "You ran into the bathroom crying. You locked the door and must have gotten into the tub."

I nodded. "Yes. I remember that part."

Aunt Lauren said, "You kept yelling 'It's my fault, it's my entire fault.'"

It was my turn to give her the you're crazy look. "And then?"

"Then you just stopped crying," Tori said. "You just stopped. Then when Derek practically busted the door down to get in, we found you with the knife in your hand. There was blood and cuts all over you. You started screaming and attacking Derek for the knife and—" Derek silenced her with a glare.

I looked at him. "I attacked you?"

He didn't say anything, he just looked away. I swallowed, taking a yes out of that. "Okay, what happened next?" I asked.

Tori said, "We dragged you out of the bathroom, and then you kind of just…passed out, I guess."

"That was it?" They all nodded. I sighed and put my face in my hands. Why couldn't I remember any of it? I had cut myself, attacked Derek, and passed out, and I couldn't remember doing any of those things. "Is it normal for me not to remember?" I asked.

Aunt Lauren put a hand on my arm. "I guess it could be. You may have been in shock, but I'm not quite sure if that would have made you lose your memory." She sighed and said, "Chloe, what I want to know is why you did in the first place. The boys told me they had gotten into a fight and you had gotten upset but—"

"I don't know," I said flatly. "I can't remember. I know I wouldn't have actually done that, but I did, and I don't know why." That wasn't like me. I wouldn't have been the type to overreact like that just because…I thought it was my fault? Well, it may have been somewhat my fault, but I have never been the type to cut myself when getting depressed. Though wasn't sure I was even depressed. Just agitated and—

"So you never meant to cut yourself?"

"No! Why would I? Just because Derek and Simon got into a fight?"

"But you were yelling—"

"Aunt Lauren," I exhaled. "I can assure you that I never meant to do that. I would never try to cut myself. Yes I'll admit that I feel useless and needy and that I'm at fault for a lot of things that happen, but—"

"Chloe, none of this is your fault," Derek growled. I turned to him just as he came to sit next to me. "I wasn't thinking and I, for some reason I can't remember, overreacted." He took my hand in his. "I'm sorry." His head fell on his chest and he closed his eyes. What was he feeling? Guilt? Shame? Whatever it was, I wouldn't tolerate it.

"Derek—"

"Derek's right Chloe. This wasn't your fault. You don't have to feel that way, and with being useless…you're not completely ineffective. You're—"

"Oh, I'm a necromancer for God's sake!" I yelled. "What can I do that's helpful besides talk to dead people and fling them back into their bodies, which I hate doing!" I slumped back against the head of the bed and moaned. Too many disruptions here people!

"Chloe we understand that but—" Every body started shifting uncomfortably. This is what they were waiting for. For me to crack.

"No! You don't understand me! Otherwise you wouldn't be telling me I have no reason for wanting to be more than just a weak little necromancer." They exchanged glances with each other, but kept quiet. I sighed again. What was with them? Wait…what was with me?

"I'm sorry I-I-I—" Stuttering! Oh come on! I thought I got over that!

I stopped talking and just watched the others. Keep it together Chloe.

I can't!

Try!

What?

That last voice wasn't mine. What? Usually I pay attention to my own inner thoughts but this…wasn't mine.

"Chloe? Are you okay?" Tori asked. I shook my head. No I wasn't okay, what was going on with me?

"Chloe?" The room started spinning.

Its me you hear?

Who?

You Chloe?

What?

Ohmgosh! What happening to me?

Help Chloe.

What?

Help!

Suddenly everything went black.

I know that was weird but please review. I've got something planned and it's going to be really thrilling.

Thnx for reading –**AshlieMarie** 3