A/N: So a little Zammie in here, more to come in the next chapter. So after this my main plot idea is obviously Catherine escaping and so I need some plot ideas please, if you could let me know your ideas in the reviews that would be great! (Also don't worry I am NOT, EVER, going to kill off any of the characters… I could never do that).

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'Did you remember… anything else?' My mom pushed her way out of the shadows. Her hand fluttered nervously in front of her face.

'…No' I whispered, suddenly fascinated by the hot chocolate stain on the floor. I stared down at it.

'Oh, okay' my mom blurted out before she made a quick exit out of the room. The rest of us descended into silence.

'It's okay squirt, I'll go talk to her' Aunt Abby patted me weakly on the back before she dragged herself out of the room.

It suddenly didn't matter that I now remembered my best friends, it mattered more that I didn't remember my mom.

'Maybe if you tried to remember…' Liz began to suggest.

'I already tried' I interrupted. 'I was about to have a memory about her I think, but then I woke up'

'It will come soon' Macey smiled.

'Maybe' I replied. I highly doubted it.

()()()()

That night I couldn't sleep. I had a feeling it wasn't because I had a head injury, or that I couldn't remember my own mom, or even the fact that Liz's audio book was playing too loudly… it was something else… something I couldn't figure out.

I hauled myself out of bed, more awake than ever. Since I'd collapsed earlier it seemed like my internal clock had reset itself because I knew it was two in the morning.

I threw on Macey's Prada dressing gown and tiptoed out of the room.

'Are you sure you should be up after what happened earlier?'

I spun at the sound of Zach's voice.

'You heard about that?' I asked with a sigh.

He pointed to himself smugly and whispered 'Spy'

'Of course' I rolled my eyes and carried on walking.

'Hey where are going?'

'I'm not sure…' I suddenly stopped dead, realising that I really didn't know.

He turned me to face him. 'Would it kill you to wear a t-shirt?' I muttered.

Zach grinned sheepishly. 'Don't tell me you don't enjoy it'

I turned my back on him again.

'Hey, sorry, old habits' he muttered as he grabbed my arm to stop me walking away.

'What do you mean?' I asked.

'You used to love my sarcasm' Zach shrugged.

I smiled suddenly. 'No I didn't'

Zach smiled back. 'Dammit, I thought you'd fall for it'

'I may be an amnesiac but I'm not stupid'

'I know' Zach whispered as he pulled me in closer to him.

'Are you feeling okay?' Zach gently touched the bruise on my temple.

'I'm…' I paused, not really sure what I was. 'Fine… I'm fine'

A lump formed in my throat as I remembered him telling me he loved me, and then him saying it didn't matter.

'What… what was it you said that night when I passed out?' I asked carefully.

I expected Zach to look away, I expected him to play dumb, I didn't expect him to look me straight in the eyes and say 'you know what I said, don't you?'

'Yes' I whispered, knowing the truth was written all over my face. 'I also remember you said it was no big deal and…'

Zach shut me up with a kiss, which according to Macey is one of the cutest things a guy can do.

'I only said it because… I didn't think you felt the same way'

I smiled. 'You know I do, whether I'm the old Cammie or the new Cammie, I know I loved you… well, love you'

'Stop saying that, there is no old Cammie, there is no new Cammie, there's just… Cammie'

And then he kissed me again, but this time it was longer, and even better.

'You're shivering, you should get back to your room, you must be freezing'

'No' I argued. 'I'm fine, I…'

'I'll be around tomorrow you know' Zach smirked. 'I know you can't get enough of me but…'

'Ok, ok I'm going!' I huffed.

And so with one last kiss I departed back to my room… but I didn't go inside.

The happiness didn't last long. Suddenly I was filled with concern… but I didn't know what for, it was like I had another person inside me, telling me I had to walk. So I walked.

I stopped as I came to a window that overlooked my mom's balcony. To my surprise she was standing on it, she was only in her pyjamas but it didn't seem like she was feeling the cold. She was crying, her head was in her hands as she stared absent-mindedly at the floor.

And then she stood up straight.

And then she leaned forwards.

And then she climbed onto the rail.

My heart stopped and I was suddenly running. Although I'd felt like two people for the past few weeks right now I felt just like one person, like Cammie, as I ran to my mom's office to stop her from killing herself.

Although I was sprinting I knew I wasn't being fast enough, although I was skidding round corners I wasn't cutting enough time, I wasn't being fast enough.

I gasped for breath but I didn't stop to breathe as I threw open the door of my mom's office.

I'm too late, I'm too late, I'm too late.

But I wasn't. I stopped to stare as my mom's body swayed dangerously in the breeze, the wind the only thing pushing her back and stopping her falling to her death.

I couldn't startle her; I had to go slowly and quietly. I embraced my inner chameleon as I swept across the room.

Her eyes stayed fixed in front of her, her body stayed too dangerously close to the edge. I had no choice but to join her.

She gaped at me in shock as I climbed onto the railing next to her.

'Get down from here now Cammie' my mom demanded.

'You first' I challenged. Her eyes filled with tears.

'You're better off without me' my mom chocked.

But I could hardly hear what she was saying because my head was throbbing again and my body was shaking. Not now, please not now.

'Cammie!' I heard my mom's cry but at the same time I was somewhere else.

()()()()

'Your dad's not coming home, he's never coming home' my mom's voice was choked and low as if she hoped the words wouldn't reach me. But they did. We held each other and we cried. We cried for days. We may have stopped crying on the outside, but inside we were always crying.

But it didn't matter, because we were crying together.

()()()()

'We don't have to do this if you don't want to' my mom reassured me.

'No, I think I'll like it here' I smiled up at my mom, the Gallagher mansion framing her. How could she be so beautiful?

'Okay well, you know I'll always be here… if you ever need me?'

'Of course I do mom' I grinned.

()()()()

I felt like a different person as I stood ontop of a tall bulding. I was so skinny and weak, I knew this must be the new Cammie, and I knew this memory must have happened when I had gone missing.

I glanced down and to my horror I was standing too close to the edge but I knew I would have to jump, the circus music was too loud in my ears, it pounded in my head too hard.

'Cammie, come this way, please'

My mother's voice called me back. She shouldn't be here. Maybe she'd leave if I jumped.

So I did.

The air rushed past me so fast that it burned me, but it didn't last for long. A long hand was grabbing my skinny arm but it didn't stop my body from grating against the side of the building.

I cried out in pain.

'I've got you kiddo, I've got you'

'Let go!' I screamed at her. 'I need to die, I have to do this, let me go!'

I felt myself slide out of her grasp. I was too heavy for her… and so I dropped.

I'd never felt so much pain before. It was too much.

'Don't worry Cammie, we'll… look after you' A malicious voice whispered in my ear and I then realised I hadn't hit the ground I'd been caught in someone else's arms.

Although I hadn't known it at the time I knew now, it was Catherine.

My mom's voice was screaming after me, she was sobbing uncontrollably, but I relaxed in my saviours arms. This person would take care of me, she would look after me, it was going to be fine.

I'd been so naïve.

()()()()

The air was whizzing past me again, it was burning me and in shock horror I realised this wasn't a memory… this was reality now.

'I remembered!' I called out to no one in particular. 'I remember' I croaked.

'Mom, you saved my life, on the building, you saved my life!' I cried but I got no reply, everything was still a blur of colour and wind whipping around my face.

I was falling, and the ground was rushing to meet me.

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