Disclaimer: See last chapter

~ Chapter Twenty ~

Sonny slowly got off the bus and looked around at the teenagers all rushing to their next class. She looked over at Gemma who was standing next to her, since the journey all the colour had drained from her face. Sonny noticed the girls hands had been shaking when they were on their way here, she wondered what it was about this place that was so horrible.

She smiled at Gemma and linked her arm in hers, trying to reassure her that this time she had someone with her. This time Sonny was going to help her. This time was going to be her last time here. Sonny was going to make sure of that.

She sighed as they followed the counsellor in front of them, showing everyone around. Sonny rolled her eyes, not really listening as she stared at the other people there.

"They are like robots." Gemma whispered in her ear, Sonny giggled and then nodded when two girls looked at them, not moving.

"That would make a good sketch, remind me when we get out of here." Gemma laughed and nodded, freezing when a large woman started walking over to them. Sonny squeezed her arm gently, asking her what was wrong. She shook her head and carried on watching the woman that was walking down the steps towards the large building.

"Nice to see you again Gemma." Sonny noticed the emphasis on the word again and sighed, Gemma nodded and looked down at the floor.

"Who is she?" Sonny whispered,

"One of the shrinks." She wrinkled her nose in disgust,

"She will probably have you as well, she thinks people like us are a big challenge. She sure does like a challenge." Sonny took a step back, letting go of her arm and shaking her head, not understanding.

"People like us?"

"You know what I mean, people with drink or drug issues, people who try to kill themselves, people who.." She grabbed Sonny's arm and lifted up her sleeve, pointing at the scars,

"do that." She finished and Sonny shook her head, pulling her arm away and wiping away the tears that fell down her face.

"Whatever." She muttered, she couldn't think of anything else to say because she knew Gemma was right, people like us. She knew she was no better than anyone else there, she was just like them, maybe even worse than some of them.

The moment of realization hit her when she took a look around her, she finally understood that she was one of them. She thought she had been different all that time, but she wasn't.

It was no longer Sonny and them to her anymore, it was us.

"Just like us." She kept repeating in her head, us.