Sorry that's it's been a while! Just had a bit of writer's block! But here is the next chapter!

Thanks again to LifeIsTooShortEatIceCream for reviewing and to answer you're questions, Yes the character is a bit based on me, but the backstory came from one of my close friends. So, this is my way of showing my support for her.

I think I will be done with Embry's POV of this chapter soon, as I know what's happening.

Enjoy!

"Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear."
- The Hunger Games

3. Panic Attacks

I only got two hours extra sleep that night, making me feel much more worse. I had a shower at five in the morning before going down for breakfast. Of course, my Dad was up, in his rope, reading the newspaper and eating his cereals. When I walked in the room, he straightened up and waved his hand to the bowl of cereals left out for me.

"I thought you might be down soon," He told me.

I took a seat up on the counter and saw what was beside the cereal. "Dad..." I picked up the box, "Did you take this out of my room?!"

He sighed, "Yes, but that isn't the point. You didn't take one yesterday. You know that the doctor said it will help with the flashbacks and nightmares."

"Help, not make them fully go away," I snapped at him and took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, I just forgot them, as I was getting ready for school and that."

Dad nodded, "I know sweetheart, just quickly take one now and eat you're breakfast."

I did as I was told, I opened up the packet and got a pill out, drinking it down with the help of the glass of water. I quickly ate my breakfast, my Dad watching me, making sure I ate everything. This was the protective side, at times I thought it was sweet, but others I thought it was annoying.

Finishing my breakfast, I ran upstairs to my bedroom to get ready. I laughed when I saw that Billy was still asleep on my bed, slightly snoring. I opened up my wardrobe and picked out a long sleeved purple dress to where. As it was always cold down here, I pulled out a navy green jacket and some thick black tights.

When I was fully changed, Dad came and say goodbye to me. He worked somewhere in Settle and even though I told him he didn't have to, he always wanted long hours to get more money for me.

As I was getting my make-up on, I got a text on my phone. I looked at it to see it was from Kim.

You got gym at second period? K x

I quickly checked my timetable and texted her back.

Yeah, I'll see you there! R x

I went through my draws to find my gym clothes, black shorts with a long sleeved top. I sighed as I packed them in.

People are going to find out some day, I thought to myself. What's the point of even hiding it?

The point was that I didn't want anyone to find out. This place was supposed to be a new start, where no one would judge me for my past. My Dad always said it was never my fault what happened, but I never believed him. David saved me and he had to pay the price for that.

I grabbed my school bag, gave a kiss on the forehead to Billy and ran to the bus stop.

As I was waiting for the bus, I crossed out all the Art classes I had. Sometime last night I got an email from Mr Armstrong, telling me where my Photography classes would be. He also told me again not to tell anyone (well, apart from my Dad), as it was private thing. My first lesson of Photography was actually this morning at first period.

When the bus finally came, nervous went through my body as well as excitement for my first photography lesson.

"You must be Miss Rose Turner?" Mrs Oman asked; as I walked into a class that was fairly dark, full with computers and cameras.

I nodded, "Yeah, that's me."

"Do you have your camera with you and loaded pictures on it?"

I nodded again, "Yeah, Mr Armstrong said to bring it."

"Brilliant! Today's lesson is a bit of a free lance one, so grab a computer and do anything you please with your images." She then went back to her paper work, her smile quickly turning into a frown.

I sat in front of a computer, next to a girl who had pixie length dark hair, with the same tanned skin tone as everyone else. But she had really dark make up on, well, everything about her was dark. Gothic like.

She must of felt someone watching her as she turned around to me and smiled widely. "Hey, you must be the new girl!"

I was kind of surprised by tone of voice as I thought she would be depressing, with all her dark look. "How'd you guess?"

"The blonde hair," She laughed, "and also, the skin tone."

I laughed along with her, "I'm Rose."

"Kerri," she stated, "And this," she leaned back to let me a boy smiling widely at me with a big wave. "George."

"Hey Blondie!" George shouted. He had wild, long curly hair and he wasn't muscularly like the other boys at the school. He was fairly skinny, more than me.

I smiled at them, "Nice to meet you two."

As I was turning on my computer, George asked, "Is it true you're hanging out with the gang?!"

Kerri slapped his arm, "They're not a gang! It's just stupid rumours."

"Who's not a gang?" I wondered.

Kerri signed, "You know those buff guys you had lunch with yesterday," I nodded. "Well, rumour has it that they're in a gang and taking drugs."

"And they didn't used to be so buff!" George examined, "For two weeks, one at a time, they went away and next thing you know... They're on steroids!"

"They're not doing drugs!" Kerri waved her arms in the air, "Seth wouldn't do that!"

"You only say that because you have an undying crush on him," George nudges Kerri on her shoulder.

She just rolled her eyes, "Don't listen to anything he says. He's just an idiot."

"No, I'm gay, there is a difference."

I laughed at their argument.

After Photography class, I ran to where the gym was, which was in the large area of the school. I followed the signs to where the girls changing rooms were. I walked in to see all sorts of girls changing...

Oh no...

"Rose!" I turned to the voice to see Kim tugging up her gym shorts. I slowly walked around the girls and got to Kim, feeling scared and awkward.

"Is...Is there anywhere I can get changed in private?" I struggled.

Kim raised her eyebrows, "No..." She than saw my fearful expression and pointed to the toilets. "You can get changed in there though.

I nodded and ran into the toilets, and into one of the squares. I put on my black long sleeved top on with black shorts that laid over mid thighs. I got my long knee white socks on and white stripped purple trainers on. I went out of the square and looked in the mirror as I put my hair into a pony tail.

When I got out of the toilets, Kim was ready. "Hey, you okay."

I nodded, "Normally, at my old school, we got changed privately." I lied.

"You sure you're going to be okay in that, it's going to be hot in the gym." She stated, looking at my top.

"Yeah, I get cold easily." I lied once again.

I've never been good at sports. Once, back in England, I was playing football and I swear the ball liked me as it kept hitting me in the face. The one thing I was really glad about was that there were no ball games today.

"God, I hate running." Kim stated as we walked out of one of the rooms of the gym. "It makes me feel really unhealthy and fat."

I laughed, "Me too."

"Are you eating lunch with us today again?" Kim questioned as we were about to enter.

"If you would like me too," I said, feeling nervous.

She nodded excitedly, "Yeah! Everyone loves you! You're so funny!"

I blushed, "Okay, I'll be there."

Just then, a girl in the changing rooms shouted out, "Does anyone mind I put some music on?"

There were mutters of "nos" and then she turned on the music. Normally I would be okay with music, but it was this song that hit me.

My breathing started to speed up and I couldn't see the changing room anymore. Only of that day.

Rihanna "What's my name" song was on just as Dad was taking Billy for a walk. I was sat on the sofa, reading a daily book of mine.

"Could you keep an eye on the dinner for me?" Dad asked as he put the lead on Billy.

I nodded, "Sure, no problem."

Just before he left, he stated, "And when David gets back, tell him we're having another game and I will win!"

I laughed and rolled my eyes, "Will do!"

The door then slammed and I went back to reading. I was always into fantasy books and right then I was reading "City of Bones" By Cassandra Clare. I was in love with this book already!

After another five minutes of reading, I went to check on the dinner. Just as I was stirring the baked beans, the door bell went. Thinking it was David, I rushed around, looking for the front door keys. The door bell went again.

"Hold on David!" I shouted, finally finding the keys. "I'm coming!"

I ran to the door, unlocked it and opened it with a smile on my face.

But then, my face went into horror when I saw who it was.

"Helen."

"Rose!...Rose breathe..." The familiar voice said and repeated over and over again. I felt something on my arm smoothing.

Slowly, my view was becoming clear and I saw my gym teacher, Miss Jameson and what looked like a nurse with her. Beside me was Kim, with a scared expression on her face. I was sat on the cold titled floor, with my back against the wall. It was Kim smoothing my arm, which was actually calming me. I also noticed no one else was in the changing rooms, thinking how long I had that flashback.

Even though I knew what happened, I asked anyway. "W...what happened...?" I mumbled, still taking deep breaths.

The nurse looked worried, "You had a panic attack, honey."

"But why?" Kim asked.

I made eye contact with both the nurse and Miss Jameson and shook my head. My Dad made sure the school knew about me and my PTSD. Even though I didn't want him too, but I understood why now.

"Kim," Miss Jameson started, "Why don't you get changed in the other changing room and get to class. I'll write you a note to say why you were late."

Kim looked like she didn't want to leave, so I touched her hand lightly. "It's fine... Go." She finally nodded and left.

"I need to take you to the nurses office," the nurse said, "I need to test your blood pressure and you need to rest for a little while."

Even though I just wanted to go to my lesson, I knew that I had to be checked out. So I just nodded and they both carefully lifted me up, as I was still feeling week. The nurse grabbed my things and we headed to the back, as they both knew I didn't want anyone else seeing me like.

Miss Jameson quickly left a note for Kim and came with me and the nurse. When we got to the office, she left for her next class.

I was laid down on the bed as Fiona – the nurse – checked my blood pressure.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked gently.

I stared up at the ceiling, "That song that was playing in the changing rooms, well... It was playing on that night. Right before..." I trailed off.

I felt her nod, "You know honey, I don't know what you're going through but...it gets better."

I snorted, "Yeah? How do you know that?"

"I don't know, I hope." I turned my head to her, "Hope is the most powerful thing you can ever feel. We hope every day. So next time, when you're in a time when it happens again, just hope to get out of it."

Even though I couldn't understand what she just said, I nodded. "Thanks."

She then made me drink a glass of water before ordering me to have a little sleep.

I didn't know how long I was asleep for, but when I woke up I saw someone sitting in the corner of the room. At first, they were a blur to me, but when I blinked I could see clearly who it was.

"Embry?" I gasped as I slowly sat up.

He smiled slightly as he saw me awake. "Are you okay."

I nodded, "My muscles are still a bit tired though, but I'll live." It was then I noticed something he was holding. "What's that?"

He looked down and chuckled, "I got you something to eat, I figured you might be hungry when you got up." He stated and walked over to my bed. "And I thought you might like pasta."

I laughed and took the pot of pasta, "Thanks, how much do I owe you?"

He shook his head, "Nothing, only that I can be here for you."

I smiled and moved my legs to make room for him on the bed. He sat down and grabbed my legs to put them flat on his lap.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked as I blushed red.

"Because you need to rest." He told me firmly.

I stared into his eyes for a moment, seeing protectiveness and... love? No, must be imagining it.

"Get eating," He ordered and I laughed, digging in.

"So," I started, "Has anyone said anything?"

He sighed, "Yeah, a little, but me and the guys told them to back off."

I giggled, "Thanks."

Embry nodded, "Can I ask what happened?"

I froze, figuring out what to say.

"Don't worry, you don't have to tell me."

"No, it's fine!" I said and he looked at me to carry on. I took a deep breath, "Well, I have Posttraumatic Stress Disorder."

He looked pained, but tried to hide it. "Can I ask why you have it?"

I bit my lip, "I will, just not right now."

Embry nodded in understanding and I continued to eat my pasta. He changed the subject after a while and it felt like everything was forgotten when I was with him.

For the rest of the school day Embry didn't let me out of the nurse's office, not even to go to the toilet. Though Fiona agreed with Embry, well, not to the point of not letting me go to the toilet. She wanted to send me home but she couldn't contact my father to make sure that was okay. So I stayed in the office all day, lying (unwillingly) on the bed.

Embry didn't leave my side, even when Fiona threatened to get him detention if he didn't go to class, he still wouldn't leave.

"Come on," Embry said as he grabbed my hand after the finale school bell rang. He was so warm, it gave me goose bumps. "I'm taking you home."

I wanted to tell him he didn't have to, but I knew better now than to say that. So I just nodded my head and let him lead me out. It wasn't for a while until I realised he was still holding my hand. I looked down at our hands tied together, which looked very weird together. His tanned toned skin with my light skin. Even though it looked very odd, it also looked right. Like to prices of a puzzle. His warmth went through me, making me feel like I could never let go of his hand.

And I didn't, as we walked out into the car park. I felt everyone staring at me, at us. I couldn't help but blush even more than I already was. I could see Embry grinning in the corner of my eye, as he saw my blush.

He opened his truck door for me and helped me get in.

"I can get in you know, I won't faint." I stated with a little giggle.

He smiled, "I just want to make sure."

He quickly got in the driver's seat and we were off. We didn't talk, but sometime during the ride he reached out and grabbed my hand. I was a bit surprised but smiled at him.

As he drove up to my house, he said "I would come in, but I have to be somewhere."

I nodded, "Okay, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

"You bet," he said and leaned forward to open my door to get out of the truck.

I slowly walked towards my house, feeling his dark eyes on my back. Normally, I would of ran a mile knowing someone was staring at me. But he's eyes always made me feel protected, and in some ways, loved. Before I got back into the house, I looked over to him and gave him a little wave, which he returned.

I was greeted by Billy once I had gotten into the house, but quickly after knowing who I was, he went back into the living room and went straight to sleep.

Rolling my eyes, I ran upstairs to my bedroom and turned on my laptop, knowing I haven't checked my e-mails in a while. As it was slowly turning on, I got out of my gym clothes and put some of my nightwear on, as I was going to have a shower soon anyways.

I sat crossed legged on my bed, putting the laptop in front of me. I quickly put up my e-mails to see the one person I really wanted to hear from.

Madison Bridgewell

The e-mail she has sent me was sometime around yesterday. I opened it up, bending down slightly to the screen to get more of a look.

Hey Rose!

I hope everything is well down there, only six months to go until I join you! I really miss you're smile and how you can make anything funny. I also miss Don; his cheesy jokes aren't the same anymore when he's not around.

And I also miss David...

I wish he could be here for this, it might of made things a little more bearable, as my mother is watching me like a hawk and feeding me like I'm going to starve any minute! I keep reminding her I'm only eating for two, not a whole army!

Also, there's something you need to know. You're mother sent me a letter...

I won't tell you what it said as I don't want you to worry, but the police have it now and are going to make sure she won't send out any more letters.

More onto happy things! I've had another scan for my fourth month! It's up on the attachments, so I look like whale!

You better tell me everything that has been happening in the next e-mail you send me!

Love forever,

Madison xx

I closed my eyes in anger. If she threatened her... I didn't finish that sentence as I shivered at the thought. The thought of her. I mainly focused on happy things as I opened up the link with the e-mail to see a scan of a four month baby. It was only a small outline, but I burst into tears at the sight, in happiness.

David would be so proud of her, I thought as I continued to stare at my nephew or niece.

Just then, my mobile began to ring and I picked it up, knowing who it was.

"Hey Morgan..." I said shakily, still a bit crying.

"What's wrong?" She asked right away.

I shook my head, "Nothing, it's just the picture of my soon to be nephew or niece."

She was silent for a moment before it clicked. "Madison had the four month scan."

I smiled, "Yeah..."

"That's awesome! You want me to call later?"

"No, it's fine."

"I got a call from you're school," Dad said as we were eating dinner. "What happened?"

I sighed, knowing either way he was going to find out. I looked down at my roast dinner as I told him, "There was song playing, the same song from what happened... that night."

I could feel my Dad's worried eyes on me as he said, "I think you should go and see therapist again."

Snorting, I shook my head, "No way. That won't have any help. They always make me feel like I'm stupid little kid."

"Well, that was back in England," Dad stated. "It might be different here and I've already booked you an appointment anyways, so you have to go."

This time I looked at him, "What?!"

"It will be good for you," he told me, "And it's in Settle, so no one will ever know." The tone of his voice told me there was no room for argument.

I leaned back in defeat, "When is it?"

"On Sunday," Dad then looked to the side as if to remember, "It's with Doctor Connweller."

Why did that name sound so familiar?

You can guess where the quote is from if you watched the film! Yes, I am a fan! :P Please review!