I woke to the sound of shouting.

"Come on, it's breakfast time! Come on, you've all got something to look forward to haven't you?"

Many of the smaller children jumped up and ran out of the room (or limped on crutches), but most of the bigger kids moaned and stayed in bed.

I got up with the smaller kids, holding my side as I stumbled towards the door.

"You OK?" one of the helpers said, frowning at me.

"Yeah, I'm good." I said breathlessly.

"Are you Jamy Brook?" she said.

I nodded. "Yeah. Why?"

"There's some people who want to see you after breakfast. You need to get down there ASAP." she looked at me and smiled.

"I'm not hungry, I can go down now. Can I have a change of clothes first?" I asked, still panting.

"Yeah, here." she grabbed some jeans and a t-shirt from a draw and threw them at me. I drew the curtains around my bed and quickly got changed.

"I'm done." I said and stumbled outside of the curtains. She smiled and led me down a corridor with lots of small children running around. Eventually we came to a door with a sign on saying

Visitors Room

Please Keep Quiet

"OK. There'll be waiting inside. Off you go." she said and nudged me toward she door.

I wondered who it could be. Maybe it was mum and dad? But wouldn't they have seen me earlier? And it sounded like there was a lot of people. Who was it?

I opened the door into a room with lots of tables with chairs spread out everywhere. There was a couple talking in a corner and a young child with a bandage round their head talking to his parents (presumably) at the back of the room.

The only table with someone waiting at it was the table in the far corner. It had two men sitting there and a pretty girl, she must have been about 19. One of the men looked up and beckoned me over.

The first man must have been about 26, with dark cropped hair. He looked worried, and was staring at the table with a blank expression. The man who had beckoned me over looked around 32, with lots of stubble and a dark expression on his face. The young girl (who I had guessed was 19) was wearing a bright yellow dress. Her legs were crossed underneath the table and she was looking worriedly at the man with black hair.

"Are you Jamy?" said the man with black hair. His voice was the deep, smooth one I had heard before.

"Urm... yeah." I said hesitantly, wondering who they all were.

"I'm Becker, your uncle. We've never met before." He said, smiling half-heartedly. He shook my hand then gestured for me to sit down in the only other seat not occupied.

"This is Matt-" he looked at the other man beside him (Matt nodded) "-and this is Jess." Jess smiled and shook my hand.

"I don't mean to be rude or anything, but um... where are my parents?" I asked as I sat down.

"We've got something to tell you." said Matt. His voice was Scottish. His face stayed expressionless.

Becker swallowed and looked at me sadly. You could tell he wasn't used to this sort of thing.

"Well, there was a fire. In your house, a couple of days ago. You managed to escape by jumping out of the window and got away with only a few broken ribs, but..." he trailed off and took a deep breath.

"Your parents never made it out." all three of them stared at me, waiting for a reaction.

It felt like a ton of bricks had fallen on my head. Like somebody was screaming in my ear. The words echoed around my head 'They're dead... They're gone...'. I wasn't aware of anyone else around me; nothing mattered any-more. I stared at Becker. Now I understood the sadness in his eyes. Except for me it was a million times worse.

"No..." I whispered. It felt like my head was exploding. I could have saved them. I could have done something but all I did was save myself. Anger rose up inside me like a firework about to bang.

I smashed my head against the table in anger. Someone shouted something and a shape flitted before my eyes. I tried to hit my head again but a pair of hands slid themselves onto the table and my head just hit the smooth surface. Tears fell from my eyes as I relaxed into whoevers hands were stopping me from hitting the table.

"Jamy..." a voice from behind me moaned. It was Becker.

"It's not worth it. Just calm down, OK? Listen to me." I stopped crying for a second, letting the sound of his voice fill my head, block out the echo.

"Think about it. Would Lucy want you to hurt yourself? No. Can I take my hands away now?" he said, waiting for an answer.

"OK." I croaked, and felt his smooth hands slip out from under my forehead.

"Jamy, look up. Please?" Becker whispered in my ear. I looked up, my head pounding.

"Jamy, listen to me." Becker stared at me seriously. I used my sleeve to wipe my eyes, and looked at him.

"Since I am your only remaining family member, you are going to come and live with me in my flat in London. The doctors have said that you may need therapy, but we will see how it goes first. I'll be waiting in the foyer for you. You can come down when you're ready." he looked at me strangely. Was it pity? Was it just... anger even?

Jess smiled slightly pityingly, and Matt nodded, expressionless as ever.

A/N: Please, please review! I need feedback to know how to make the story better. Next chapter is going to be from Becker's POV and there might be a bit of Jecker. XD