Hello everyone, well, it's been a long time since I updated so I think it's about time I wrap this one up. Here are the final 2 chapters of this Fanfiction. Thanks again for all the comments.

Chapter 7- Epiphany

I woke up on the cold art room floor. My vision was blurred and my lungs were burning. Someone had taken off my jumper and undone the top two buttons of my blouse. I couldn't tell if my face was wet from the remains of many tears or sweat. I glanced over to the small-framed woman who was kneeling by my side. Miss Watkins's cheek was less red now and only slightly bruised. I joked to myself 'only minimal damage? Maybe someday I'll really know how to throw a punch.' I suddenly became very claustrophobic and in one breath, Miss Watkins had helped me to sit up. In films, I always see people come out on unconsciousness and wonder 'where am I?' or 'what happened' but me? I knew exactly what had happened. It was trying to forget it that was the hard part.

It had become a habit of mine to sit for what felt like an age, only this time I was joined by Miss Watkins. I thought over my apology but before I could say anything, she beat me to the punch.

"Who's Leah?" She asked in a quiet tone. I became aware that Leah's bracelet was no longer on my wrist revealing the scars of last night's depression.

"Where is it?" I became agitated and stood from the floor. I instantly slumped onto my knees from the faintness that overcame me. Miss Watkins rushed over to me and knelt down on the floor.

"Like I said, it's against school rules and you had quite clearly stolen it. Why else would you be wearing a bracelet with the name Leah beaded onto it?"

"Perhaps if I had a sister I never knew about called Leah whose death was hidden by my dead mother. Maybe I happened to find a bracelet of hers in amongst all her things when I first discovered I was created to save her but didn't, ever think of that?" I was aware of my aggression but couldn't help but blurt out my feelings to the one woman I knew deep down I could trust.

The room fell silent as my dense words sunk to the floor.

"I noticed you slashed your wrist. Did you tell anyone you were self-harming" Miss Watkins said softly.

"Who was to tell?" I replied "Besides, I only did it the one time." I said as if that was a good thing. Miss Watkins handed back my bracelet.

"I shouldn't have taken this, not after what you just told me." Her soft hands took mine just as they had in the toilet cubicle. "You know you must stop this. We just want you to be the best you can be."

I was transported back to the hospital the day that mum died. The army poster with its slogan

'Be the best you can be.'

She was right.

"You're right." I whispered. I instinctively reached over to my bag which was lying under my chair. I fished inside it until I felt the small fat packets of heroin. I slowly removed them from my bag and handed them to Miss Watkins. Her face dropped.

"You haven't, have you? Please say you haven't." She pleaded sadly.

"Taken heroin? No. It was mums. She committed suicide yesterday." Miss Watkins gave me a sympathetic smile, I'm glad she didn't say 'sorry'. It wasn't her fault after all. She hugged me which I didn't think I needed or deserved. But I rested my head on her shoulder and closed my eyes. I darted back to the army poster and then to the old photographs of Leah and mum. I awoke from my hazy dream and then lifted my head directly in line with Miss Watkins's.

"You're right. I need to do something to show my significance in this world, even if I am a failed test-tube baby." I picked up my bag and stood slowly from the floor. I hugged Miss Watkins again.

"Thanks" I said "Thanks for everything." I let go of her arms "I hope this isn't goodbye."

"What do you mean, Sam?" She half laughed and half questioned. I walked out the door but not before saying:

"I'm going to be the best I can be" I turned before hesitating "Sorry about the slap." I added. She gave a light giggle as her eyes filled with tears.