I woke from the sea of blackness that succumbed me. Liam and Ramon were gone and I was in my room.

I looked around Simon was pacing the length of the small room, Tori was looking out the window staring blankly across the yard, but Derek and Andrew weren't in sight.

Simon glanced over and stopped looking at me for a second before smiling meekly. "Hey."

"Hi." I said weakly trying to smile back.

Tori looked over and smiled. She actually smiled a genuine smile, before sitting at the edge of my bed. "Our sleeping beauty awakes."

Simon sat next to me and gripped my hand. "We were all worried about you." Hmmm… I wonder if that includes Derek? Stop! Do you here me stop? But- I don't want to hear it! Humph.

"How long was I out?" I asked stifling a yawn.

"12 hours." Simon said patting my leg.

"Wow I slept long." I said smiling at Simon.

"And Miss. Perky is back." Tori said a full on scowl plastered to her face. Well that lasted long.

Derek and Andrew came through the door quietly before noticing I was very much awake.

"Hey." I tried my best to smile.

Derek grunted and Andrew smiled."Chloe you gave us quite a scare." He reminded me of a doctor on a soap opera telling someone that they nearly survived something fatal. I bit my lip trying not to burst out laughing.

"So what happened to Liam and Ramon?" I asked looking at all the faces throughout the room.

My question was ignored."Chloe, how's your arm feel?" Derek asked staying by the door.

"Fi-"I moved my injured arm (the one that had stitches, a bullet graze, and was stepped on) and winced. It stung at any movement and throbbed from every spot. I swallowed. "I'm fine." I managed to force out.

"Right." Derek said in a non-believing tone. I sighed he could always tell when I was lying.

"Hello? Are people going to ignore my question?"

"Andrew took care of them." Simon said silencing any question I had with a stern look.

I kicked the blankets off my legs and stretched not moving my right arm. I got up. "Where do you think you're going?" Derek asked appraising my tattered blood stained clothes.

"To get food."

"It's 2:36 in the morning! Can't you wait?" My stomach growled ravenously.

"Does that answer your question?" I asked with a smirk.

He grunted something as I walked out the door. I paid him no mind as I skipped down the long hallway to the descending stair case.

Almost falling on my face I managed to make it to the unscathed kitchen. I opened the refrigerator. Andrew came down the steps without anyone else.

"Umm." He said nervously.

"Yeah?" I asked facing him.

"About the body you found Derek told me and I had no idea it was there. If I did trust me I would have done something."

My face fell I had managed to forget about that. But I nodded and smiled not sure if I should believe him or not. But pretended to believe him and he seemed to take the bait.

"Well then!" He said clapping his hands together in an overly cheerful way. "Let's get you some breakfast!"

"Oh no Andrew go get some sleep! You're probably tired. I can fix myself a bowl of cereal."

"Well if you're sure…"

"I insist go sleep."

"Well okay. See you later Chloe."

I pulled out a bowl, milk, spoon, and a random cereal, poured and began to eat. I wasn't paying much attention to what I was eating my thoughts wandered back to the ghosts.

I could've asked them to help! They're both poltergeists! So now you have a plan? After? Seriously? Sorry! It's hard to think on the spot in a life or death situation.

After I finished my breakfast/snack I went to the bathroom then back to my room which everyone had evacuated. I sat on my bed and listened to the wind. It was an unusually windy night.

I sat back, closed my eyes, and slowly began to drift back to the darkness again. My dream was strange.

I sat on a blue polyester couch that was rough under my fingertips. There was a voice that was loud and quiet in my head. Screaming so loud it hurt my ears and then whispering so soft I had to strain to hear. Warning me?

"Well Chloe I know you think we're monsters for doing this to you." Dr. Davidoff said holding a needle.

I yelped.

"But Chloe this is for the best you, Victoria, and Derek are dangerous and have to be eliminated. Of course we saved you for last." He said coming closer with the needle that would kill me.

"No." I whispered.

"Yes!" He said laughing an evil menacing laugh.

"No!" I yelled as the needle pierced my throat and the room went dark.

"Chloe! It was just a dream your okay! Chloe wake up! Chloe!" Derek shook me gently then shook me harder when I wouldn't wake.

I bolted up and looked around it was bright this time and everyone was in my room again looking at me.

I coughed. "Uh, hey sorry 'bout that." I said running a hand through my tangled mess of hair.

Simon sat on the other side of me and gripped my hand. Andrew was seated in a chair 5 feet away from my bed.

Why did this always happen to me?