Chapter Four

I sat on the couch as the Bex talks to the headmistress, both of them whispering something about me. I fumbled with the edges of my shirt since I don't know what to do. Bex was talking while the older woman was nodding, trying to let everything sink in. Then I heard the headmistress gasp, her hand on her mouth and clear horror was displayed on her face.

"Are you sure?" my mother asked Bex, her expression openly wishing that she heard the wrong thing.

Bex nodded grimly, "I wasn't aware at first. But the old woman who took care of her explained everything to me."

Tears pooled in my mother's eyes then she shook her head as if dismissing a thought, she wiped her eyes and inhaled deeply then her whole face hardened back to formal. She looked at me, longing in her gaze but I couldn't reciprocate the motherly love in her eyes. I don't understand why I couldn't feel anything, like I'm missing something.

I looked down at my hands, then fumbling back with my shirt. I feel sorry for her somehow. She's my mother and yet I couldn't give something for her in return. I don't feel really that terrible, just a tight chest that I couldn't help but feel knowing it's somehow my fault why she feels so bad.

When I looked back up again, she was crouched in front of me, her face filled with gentleness only a mother can give. She swallowed and ran a hand over my forehead, tucking some black locks of hair behind my ear.

"Cammie, don't you worry. We'll do everything we can to get your memories back." She assured me and looked at the clock. "I love you, Cam. Follow Rebecca to your room and have some rest, I'm sure you can find everything you need." That was it, she dismissed us that fast. She omitted some things that needs to be said, as if she's protecting herself from heartbreak. It's because I don't react the way I used to. I heard a choked sob as the door shut close.

I looked at Bex and saw her looking at me. I knew I wasn't the only one who heard that but she just gave me a sad yet knowing smile before taking my hand. "Come on."


We arrived in front of our dorm room, I was nervously fidgeting knowing that behind that door there's another new set of disappointment coming. I inhaled deeply and Bex gave me a funny look.

"What?" I said, totally anxious.

She shook her head and smiled, "You won't be the only one who's in trouble. I have to admit, I probably had them worried real bad."

I stayed back and Bex twisted the knob so slowly that the suspense was killing me. When the door opened the lights inside were off and I thought that the people in the room were asleep. But I noticed that the light was on and the sound of hands typing on keyboard.

"Oh my gosh Bex! I can't believe you were late! We were so worried! Macey and I thought something bad happened to you!" the voice asked intensely that I was shifting from foot to foot.

"Liz, long story and I am too tired to talk about it…" Bex said as she opened the door fully and she entered, "But I have good reason why I was late."

I can hear the eye rolls, "What is it this time, Bex? Every time you're late your stories get more and more ridiculous." the voice belonged to someone else, more mature and feminine. "We were very worried."

"Uh-huh?" Bex said, leaning on the side of the door nodding back and forth with her arms crossed looking very tired but entertained. Then there was a pause for awhile while the girls inside were studying Bex and trying to figure out if she kidding.

"Okay, why were you late?" Both of the girls asked. Bex smirked playfully making sure both of them were focused, it was so quiet I can practically hear my heartbeat as they waited for her to answer.

Bex looked at me and reached out to grab my hand and pulled me inside, she shut the door immediately before I can turn around and ask her what I'm supposed to do. But I was stopped when I heard both of the girls gasped. Then the lights switched on and heard Bex mutter 'showtime'.

"Oh my god! Cammie, is that really you!" the girl with the laptop said, her hair was blonde but her build was small, like a pixie. She shoved her laptop aside and hurled herself at me, hugging me so tight that I can hardly breathe. Then she pulled away and looked at me from head to toe as if checking if I was still in one piece.

"Look who's back." Another voice came, I glanced at her over the pixie-like girl. A girl so beautiful that I can't help but feel self-conscious was lying on her stomach on the bed, she was very pretty that you can't but stare. "Hey, Cam! I'm dying to strangle you if you won't spill the details after you left here."

There was a brief pause, because so far I don't know who these two are and what details they were all talking about. Both of them were looking at me expectantly, waiting for the answer that doesn't exist.

"Okay, what is it, Cam? No hello? Not a greeting? No hug, no smile or any other usual stuff you do when coming home after a long journey?" the pretty girl with long legs said, waving her hand as if I couldn't see her.

Then Bex coughed dramatically and three head turns toward her direction. She walked towards the center and dragged the pixie-girl away from me, finally noticing how uncomfortable I was.

"Cammie, your bed is over there…" Bex pointed at the bed on the corner beside the closet. I walked toward the bed, feeling conscious on the three pairs of eyes that were staring at me questioningly.

"Okay, Bex, what's the deal here? Why is Cammie acting strange and very distant?" the question was asked by the pretty girl lying on her stomach. I sat on my bed and faced them again, determined to know more about myself and forget this very awkward moment.

"Cammie, this is Liz…" Bex pointed at the pixie-ish blonde girl who sat on her bed puffing and finally realizing that Bex was introducing, "and that girl there is Macey and we are all your roommates…" Bex finalized but was met with two eyebrows raised; one blonde and another black.

"What's going on here?" the girl Macey asked, sounding worried and freaked. She sat up on her bed and took off the earphones that were around her neck. "Bex?" we all turned to Bex.

"Calm down, okay?" Bex shushed. "And Macey, stop it you're freaking Cammie out."

Macey looked at me with her perfect eyebrows furrowed, her bright blue eyes narrowed and caught me fumbling involuntarily on my shirt.

"Bex? What's wrong? Cammie's acting weird." Liz said, obviously worried as she glances at me and Bex trying to figure out what was going on.

I closed my eyes, preparing for the explanation Bex's going to give. All of us were quiet, waiting for Bex to drop the bomb.

"Cammie has no memory or whatsoever about everything in the past," Bex said as she calmly sat on her bed, wanting nothing but sleep. But as I look at Liz and Macey both of their jaws were dropped as if it was the most outrageous news they heard, which probably was. I looked down and muttered nothings under my breath, wishing I was anywhere but here.

"Stop joking, Bex! I mean, how can that happen?" Macey said, clearly outraged. Her focus was on Bex but knowing I was the source of all of this I couldn't help but feel queasy.

"That's what we're going to find out." Bex said, turning over to Macey.

Liz was sobbing, unable to hold back the tears that were pooling in her eyes. "Are you sure, Bex?" she asked as she wiped her eyes and sniffed.

"Umm, can I go to the bathroom? I feel kind of sick." I raised my hand, like a student waiting to be called by the teacher. All three of them looked at me like I lost my mind; Macey was studying me with utter disbelief; Liz sobbed again and; Bex turning to me and pointed at the glass door on the wall.

I ran towards the bathroom and locked it. My stomach was flipping that I could hardly control my breathing. The other side of the door was quiet, and I can feel them looking at the glass door that was protecting me. I leaned on the tiled wall, my hands on my chest and reminding myself to breathe normally.

I lean on the alabaster bathroom sink, my hands sweaty. I never thought a reunion would be this uncomfortable. I can hear them resuming their talk, Bex was explaining, her voice controlled but firm, making sure they understand then Macey asked some questions while Liz sniffed.

I twist the faucet on and wash my hands and my face, enjoying the cool. I glanced at the mirror in front of me that revealed a familiar stranger who had black hair but was starting to fade and appear brown; my eyes indecisive of which color they should be, instead of changing colors depending on what I'm wearing and a face that just doesn't give me a clue if it's really me.

I gripped the sink edges tightly as I stare at my face, trying to remember if I really looked like what the mirror reflected, my own face so foreign that I hardly recognize it. I sighed in defeat. What the use of getting frustrated over my own face anyway?

I got out of the bathroom and was met by silence, the three of them were settled on their beds and from the looks of it I can tell they were already in agreement. I tucked myself in my own bed, too tired to change my clothes.

"Cammie," Macey mumbled as she turned to face me but not bothering to sit up, "I'm sorry if I was sort of rude when you came back."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, "It's okay, I understand." I curled and closed my eyes as the light turned off. I hope tomorrow won't be too overwhelming.


I had a dreamless sleep, not a thing, not a clue or any haunting memory. That's worse than I thought, I opened my eyes and somehow knowing that I was the only person awake in the room. I sat up and shoved the blankets aside, the moon was still on the sky as I glanced at the window. The moonlight was streaming in, painting the carpeted floor with bright light that contrasted the darkness of the room.

"Don't tell anyone …" the voice trailed off. I heard her, who was it? I looked around, three of my roommates were sleeping soundly and there was no else here. Was it a memory? The voice came from a female person, her tone serious and sinister almost ominous.

I couldn't help but curl and clasp my ear with my palms as a sudden burn fills my head. I clench my teeth together and shut my eyes tightly, trying to banish the pain but it didn't disappear.

"Cammie?"

I looked up and saw Liz rubbing her eyes. I cringed but couldn't help but groan at the ringing in my head.

"Cam, are you okay?" she asked, her voice worried, standing up and wobbly walking toward me

"I..." I consciously touched my forehead and realized that I was sweating, I wiped it immediately. The pain had receded and I calmed down. "My head hurts a little, that's all." I tried to sound convincing.

"I see, I've read that the pain means that you'll remember something soon…" she said as she yawned and smiled at me while going back to her bed. "Did you remember anything?"

Don't tell anyone… I gulped. Don't tell anyone about what? I looked down, trying to decide if I should tell her but it doesn't make any sense to me. Liz is my friend, Bex said so, maybe she can help me figure it out. But deep in my mind, the voice whispers menacingly to not to tell.

"No, nothing." I lied, hoping I sound as much as Bex; I dropped my body on the bed.

"I see, go back to sleep then." She mumbled as she drew her covers and got back to sleep.

I sigh and closed my eyes again. I'm not sure if it was part of my memories but I'm determined to find out what it meant.


A/N: Hmm... Yay! guys your reviews help a lot! so please! Thanks! And wait for next week! Zach appears! Hurr...