Hey guys! sorry I didn't update sooner! Crazy school crap and a sprained wrist and stuff! Here's Sadie tho! :) Enjoy!

The harsh images of the raging fire crossed my dreams, setting everything aflame. My throat seared as I watched my brother down sip after sip of whisky, unbeknownst to our mother. My protests were caught on my lips, I'd taken his life, couldn't I give him this? Didn't he deserve this?

He smirked at me, amber eyes twinkling mischievously. He stuck the bottle out in my direction, "You want some, Sis?"

I bit my lip, knowing how the toxins had changed everyone I loved; how it would change me. My hand stretched out, groping for the bottle when I saw the scars. The tiny white slashes that peppered my forearms. These made me reconsider the choice.

My brother's smile disappeared the instant I hesitated, morphing quickly into defiant anger. "What?" He sneered, "Too good for me? For the bottle I drank from? Is that why you let me die?"

My jaw dropped and I smacked the bottle from his hand. Only, quickly he was in the company of the people whose presence I dreaded. My mother and Jack.

"M-m-mom?" I whispered, fearing the look in her eyes.

My mother glowered at me. "I'm not your mother."

I froze, her words hitting me like a ton of bricks. Tears welled up in my eyes, the guilt embedding itself deeper and deeper into me as my mother continued to speak.

"My daughter wouldn't have let me die in that fire. My daughter would've done whatever she could have to save her family. As far as I'm concerned…I have no daughter."

I looked to Jack, hoping that he would be more sympathetic. He wasn't. He continued to eye me, his gaze hard and cold. I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly feeling cold.

"You never loved me, did you?" he asked, his tone harsh.

My eyes grew wide. "O-Of course I did Jack, wh—"

He interrupted me, his response icy, "No, you didn't. If you did, you would've found me before I was burned alive. Do you realize how painful it was? No, and you know why? Because you're selfish. It's all your fault we're dead. And we'll never forgive you."

I felt myself collapse onto the floor, the guilt and shame consuming me. It was all my fault. They're all dead because of me.

I jerked awake, gasping for breath, heart banging around in my chest. Carlos eyed me worriedly, the only one to be seen. "You ok, Sadie?"

I sighed and leaned back against the pillows, "Never been better."

"Now if that's not bullshit, I don't know what is." He laughed, walking over to me.

I laughed back, "Good call, Dude. Good call."

He rested a hand on my shoulder and sat on the edge of my bed, "Look, Sadie…"

"Oh, god, what now?" I sighed.

"They want you to see a therapist… until they can determine that you didn't try to kill yourself." His eyes were pleading. "You didn't, did you?"

I smiled, "Of course I didn't, Hon." I set a hand on his cheek. "Why would I do that?"

"I don't know…" He sighed, smiling slowly. "It's just a little weird…"

"What? I fell out of a tree." I laughed, "It's not like that's never happened before."

His laughter shook the bed but he became serious again quickly, "True, true. But you've also never come so close to dying after falling out of the tree."

"Carlos," I sighed, "I bounced from branch to branch."

"You were already unconscious though. That doesn't make sense." His eyes narrowed suspiciously.

I could've slapped myself; I was making him more suspicious. Damn it. "Carlos, I'm not even completely sure what happened then. I'm sorry, I wish I could tell you."

I wish I could tell you the truth. His glare lessened a bit and he set a hand on my shoulder, "Look, Sadie… we love you. Remember that, please."

I felt tears prick at my eyes, "I love you guys too. More than I could ever tell you."

Carlos's eyes searched mine, and he patted my tightly clasped hands. "I have to go get the therapist for you. He seems cool enough."

I nodded slowly, unsure of how I could lie to someone who was trained to spot exactly that. My hands shook as I gripped the sheets, not sure what to expect.

The door pushed open about two minutes later, revealing a medium height, brunette guy. I analyzed him as he closed the door behind himself. He was maybe late twenties. Maybe. He smiled at me, oozing relaxation, unlike everyone else who'd been in the room. I already felt myself relaxing.

"Hey Sadie." His voice was deeper than I expected, with the gentle tones of someone who'd been brought up in the easy country. Definitely not from around here.

"Uh, hi…" I replied, hands pulling away from the sheets and settling into my lap.

He looked down at what I assumed was my file, then back up at me. His eyes sparkled a bit as he regarded me, expressions measured and careful. "Look, Sadie," his accent is definitely southern, "we both know that there's something going on in your mind that you don't want to talk about. I know your family history. I know your friends. I know what happened. What I can't seem to find is anything about you personally. You're really careful about that, aren't you?"

My gaze was quite obviously confused as I looked at him, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Of course you don't." He shrugged, as if he expected as much. He flipped my file open and began to scan the pages, ignoring my confused expression.

His eyes darted from page to page as he flipped them, not looking up at me as he summarized my file. "Hockey player. Good student, not perfect, not horrible. Youngest of two kids. Parents divorced, not any really fantastic story behind that. You're just… average." His eyes darted up to mine. "What a load of crap."

I flinched back, confused for a second. "Excuse me?"

"You're not some average, identity-less, hide in the crowd girl. You have an IQ that's so off the charts that you should be in college by now. You're a dominant personality. You should want to be noticed. You do, don't you? What happened? Why aren't you?" His words were like repeated slaps. What the hell was he talking about?

"I have no clue what you're talking about." I bit off and oh, if looks could kill. "I'm not some hide-in the crowd girl; ask my friends. I speak my mind. I don't just sit back and watch them drown. And as far as my parents' divorce goes, that's none of your business."

An interested expression lit my doctor's face as he stood. "Well, that seems like enough for today."

I felt the confusion alight my face. "Uh, okay?"

He smiled at me kindly, "Don't worry. I'll be back tomorrow."

"Why would it bother me if you stayed away?" I asked curiously, head tilted to the side.

"Because you want to know why you did it just as bad as your friends do. And deep, deep down, they all know. I'm sure you realized that." He said as he set a hand on the door.

"Wait, before you go, answer me one thing." I said, quickly recovering a bit of myself.

He chuckled quietly, "Of course."

"Where are you from?" I asked carefully.

A smile slid onto his handsome face. "Charleston."

"North Carolina?"

"South."

And with that, my therapist was gone.

So what did ya think? R&R plz! Ideas, suggestions, thoughts, who you think she should end up with, whatever. Let me know what you're thinking!

Thanks for reading and sorry for the delay!

Cali