Hello everyone! Sorry I haven't uploaded in about a week! I've been sick and I've also had midterms so I haven't had much free time to write! But the next chapter is up so it's all good? Right?
Zach-I bet they're pissed at you!
Me-Why do you assume that everybody's always angry at me?
Zach-Well you're an easy person to get angry at.
Me-Have I ever done anything wrong to you?!
Cammie-You got him shot in the leg, nearly killed him in a bomb in the Big Ben, nearly killed him in a bomb once again at prom, you-
Me-Alright, I get it! We've already been through this list once before. Do you really want to make me feel anymore guilty?
Cammie-Well, I'm just saying.
Me-Well just don't! Or, I'll-I'll...
Bex-You'll hurt us even more?
Me-Yeah! I will!
Bex-Fine with me! We're spies...We recover fast.
Me-What if I killed one of you off?
Liz + Jonas + Macey + Nick + Grant + Bex + Cammie + Zach- YOU WOULDN'T!
Me-Yeah, I'm too nice.
Liz-That was not funny!
Me-Whatever...
Grant- Heh, this is getting heated up.
Macey- Oh gosh. Well, without further ado...ENJOY!
Me-Hey! That's my line!
Macey- Well your fans are waiting.
Me-I'm still saying it...Well, sorry about that. So without further ado...
Bex-ENJOY!
Me-Well I outta!
Bex-RUN!
Cammie's P.O.V.
"Follow me!" a shrill voice shouted. I could not recognize who's voice it was, but it sounded young and innocent, unlike any of my friends' voices. I peered around, finally taking in and grasping hold of my surroundings...A deep, luscious, leafy green forest that seemed so pure and perfect. It was almost untouched, expect for the occasional bird that soared by, or a rabbit that curiously hopped around. It seemed like something out of a fairytale. I shrugged to myself and began to carefully take a few steps forward, completely forgetting any training I've ever had.
"What are you waiting for?!" the voice called out again. As I craned my neck forward, I saw a glimpse of a white and blue dress swirl around the trunk of a tree. Without giving myself time to really think about who the mysterious girl could be, I sprinted off in her direction. As my bare heels skidded into the soft, broken up moss that enveloped itself around the tree, a soft gasp escaped my mouth as I realized who the girl was.
"Alice?!" I gaped, realizing this was the girl from the movie my father and I used to watch when I was a child. My father said I was so curious and innocent like she was, willing to explore with any opportunity that came and get my nose up into business I shouldn't have.
"Hm?" she hummed, peering up at me with wide, crazy eyes. No-this couldn't be real, yet it felt it. I slowly and cautiously extended my arm out towards the little child, but before I could touch her shoulder, my arm was grabbed and I was flipped over the tiny girl. My feet hit the ground gracefully before I could allow myself to fall and I whipped up to discover that Alice was no longer there, but it was Mrs. Goode.
"You!" I shouted, balling my fists up in front of my chest, clenching my nails into my palms. I could almost feel the sharp edges of my nails tearing through my skin, and the blood seeping down my wrists.
"Yes...Me. Who else did you expect?" Mrs. Goode snickered, glaring down at me with the same wide, crazy eyes that Alice did.
"Where-Where did Alice go?" I stuttered, afraid for the little girl's safety.
"Relax Cameron. This is only a dream...Or should I say a nightmare." Mrs. Goode smirked, and yet again, it reminded me so much of Zach's perfect smirk. But Zach was so perfect...He was good, and she was evil. They were complete opposites, yet one stupid thing connected them so easily. Their smirks.
"Then I can wake up at my own will!" I taunted, beginning to round around her, ready to attack. Without her noticing, I scanned up and down her body, checking for any weapons. Dream or not-I was still classically trained as a spy. I was trained to fight properly, anywhere...Anytime. Even in a dream.
"Not when you're in a coma!" Mrs. Goode cackled. The sound of her laugh reminded me of the witch's from "The Wizard of Oz". Another movie my father and I used to watch a lot when I was little. He said that it taught a great lesson in courage and faith, and that I would always need those when I was older. It's strange how this one little dream has been reminding me so much of my father.
"What do you mean coma?" I shot out, beginning to get angry and not believe her.
"I did do this to you, you know? The bomb...You knew it was going to happen all along, didn't you? Those jewels you and Ms. McHenry found in the hidden rooftop room. You knew those weren't real. You knew those were explosives. So why not say anything?" Mrs. Goode asked.
"What do you mean? I didn't know!" I stammered, but then pondered upon the thought. Did I know? Did I ever think to tell anyone about the suspicious jewels? No...Never. I thought they were the school's property, hidden for a reason. That was such a slip up. Mr. Solomon would fail me for the rest of high school if he knew about this. Was this her plan?! To break me down?! To cause everyone to think I knew about the bomb and purposely not tell anyone?! But Macey would be involved too.
My head began to swell, and the thoughts were becoming too much for me to handle. The forest around me began to spin, and Mrs. Goode's body began to simply fade away, almost like the wind. I could feel my hands trembling violently, and soon enough, it was my whole body trembling violently.
"CAMMIE!" a deep, masculine voice shouted. A voice much too familiar for me to forget.
"COME ON, CAMMIE! DON'T GIVE UP!" the voice shouted again. It sounded exhausted and desperate...Each word spoken with passion and love.
"ZACH!" I shouted in response, but there was no reply. I tried to make out his image in the spinning forest, but there was nothing...nobody. All the creatures had disappeared, and soon all of the trees began to disappear. Before I knew it, it was just me, standing on a little pocket of ripped up, green moss.
"CAMMIE!" Zach's voice cried out. What was going on?! Why could I not wake up?
The moss began to crumble beneath my feet, and I felt my grip beginning to slip away. I desperately jumped my other foot over on top of the other, struggling to stay balanced. But the one piece that remained beneath my feet trembled a bit and then began to cascade into oblivion. And with it, I fell. Everything around me became darkened, like a night sky on the countryside. Yet there were no stars...Nothing twinkling about my head. I found myself pushing against the wind, still falling endlessly. Would this ever stop?! Would I ever stop falling?! And with that, I crashed to the surface, my body colliding at speeds no human would survive...And...
"CAMMIE!" Zach's voice shouted, as he collapsed into a tight hug, squeezing me a bit too tightly. A doctor...Or at least what seemed like a doctor through my still light-adjusting eyes, tapped his shoulder and he apologetically pulled himself back. My head felt fuzzy, but with each second my sight would become more clear and I could make out everyone in the room. There was a team of doctors anxiously writing on clipboards while looking up every few seconds or so at the monitors attached to me. To the left of my bedside, Zach stood, squeezing my hand oh-so-tightly, trying to act manly and hold back his tears. On the right side of my bed, my mother and Aunt Abby stood at a distance from me, both sobbing into each other's arms too much to realize I was awake. In the opening of the doorway, Bex stood next to Nick, and the two seemed to be whispering something to one another, but it seemed harsh and angered.
"Would you two stop bickering and come say 'hi' to me?" I whispered, realizing that my voice was extremely hoarse and the words came out with a struggle. My hands fiddled around and soon found themselves on a little table connected to my bed, where a little pitcher of water and a cup sat. I tried to pour myself a glass, but my hands were shaking too much so Zach poured one for me. I greedily grabbed the cup with two hands and threw the cup of water down my throat, the cool liquid easing my sore throat. As I turned my attention back to the others, I realized they were all staring at me with wide eyes. My mother and Aunt Abby were embarrassingly wiping the tears from their faces as quickly as possibly and Jonas and Bex's faces were tinted with a bright red. Everyone quickly shuffled around my bed to greet me, and I turned my attention to Zach first.
"What just happened?" I asked, realizing the water had helped and my full ability to speak was back.
"You went into some state of mental shock, but you recovered yourself. It was weird..." Zach began, but I cut him off quickly.
"It...It was a nightmare." I spoke and allowed him to finish his statement.
"Oh. Well I'm so glad you're okay Gallagher Girl. You know-You got impaled in the stomach by a wooden plank during the blast. Do you know how lucky you are to survive, especially with it missing every organ and muscle?!" Zach spoke, astonished. I turned my attention towards everyone else and they all continued to stare at me with wide eyes, completely in shock with my casual attitude towards them...I guess that's because I just woke up from a coma.
"Sweetie, I'm so glad you're awake." my mother spoke, and Aunt Abby nodded in agreement. They seemed to speechless and upset to say anything else. To assure them both that I was fine, I took both hands, struggling to carry the tubs that were connected to them as well, and grabbed one of their hands each, giving them a nice squeeze. My mother leaned forward and gently kissed my forehead, a single tear dropping from her chin and landed on my lip, it's salty taste making its way down my throat.
"How are you all?" I asked openly, eager to hear a response. From there, my mother decided to take over and explained the injuries of all of my friends and teachers. Although I was extremely glad to hear they were all conscious and their vitals were well, it killed me inside to hear some of these recovery times. But apparently, I was among those who would be in recovery for about a month. This next month is definitely going to kill me.
"Bex...You haven't killed anyone yet, have you?" I asked out of concern, hoping that Bex's temper didn't flare out on an eager-to-help doctor.
"Relax, Cam. Jonas has forced me to be nice so I don't get kicked out of the hospital or put in the psych ward, in Liz's opinion." Bex spoke, stifling her few snickers. A laughing fit burst out in the room, including throughout the doctors at Bex's response. After we all fully recovered from it in a minute or so-yes, my head is throbbing too much right now to keep exact time, I turned back towards my mother, putting on a more serious expression that caused her eyes to wander towards her feet. She knew what was coming. Everybody did.
"I have to ask...Were there any casualties?" I asked, my voice beginning to shake.
"There was...One." my mother responded, and my heart dropped out of my chest before she could tell me who it was.
"It was Mr. Mosckowitz." Aunt Abby choked out, her eyes beginning to fill to the brim with tears. I, along with Bex, Jonas, and Zach all let out gasps, and I'm assuming that none of the students until now had been informed about this tragic death.
"I'm so sorry, Aunt Abby." I spoke softly, completely aware of the close friendship she had with Mr. Mosckowitz.
"Thank you, sweetie." Aunt Abby replied, wiping a few tears from her eyes. She looked up at my mother and then ran her hands through her hair, which seemed knotted and tangled, which probably hasn't been brushed for days. Which led me to think...How long was I in a coma? But I wasn't about to ask. It wasn't until now that I realized the huge line of stitched across Aunt Abby's forehead, and the sling that my mother had on her right arm. They were both covered in bruises from head to toe and they looked like they hadn't gotten sleep for days. They both must have been worried sick. Their responsibilities...The students. Their friends...The teachers. All tragically stuck in this unfortunate plot set by the Circle of Cavan. And I knew that the only reason that this had occurred was because of me.
This is my fault, and I am completely responsible for it. Whether I like to think of it or not.
Oh no! I think Cammie's really going to start feeling guilty for this? Is it possible she may even want to do something about it?! *Gasp*
Well, sorry about that little dialogue in the beginning...I was having a bit fun. But I hope you guys found it funny :] And if you didn't, well I may have to kill you :p
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