A/N: Another chapter!! Yay!! Sorry it took me so long you guys but I've been really busy.

Thanks to all the reviewers: GemBem, Dragonflyz, ProtectionPaige

Oh and just to let you guys know…I'll probably be adding the sister moments in the next few chapters or so, probably chapter 12 and 13 they should start coming up. Of course I can't guarantee anything but that is my intention as of right now.

And now on with the story…

*Present Day*

            Finishing the entry Paige quickly closed the book. Sure she still had plenty of pages left, but she just couldn't go any further. She knew exactly what she talked about next and she just wasn't sure she was ready to reread that. Let alone relive all the feelings she experienced back then. What she had read so far had brought back such memories that Paige's head danced with thoughts of high school. Some happy, some sad, some just plain confusing, but they all were just too much for her to handle right now.

            Tossing the book across the room it landed beside an empty canvas, one that Paige looked forward to filling with paint the second she could get a chance.

            But what better time than the present she thought to herself as she got up off the bed and made her way to the canvas. Gently she picked it up and set it atop the isle. She collected her paints and began.

            The brush delicately touched the white canvas leaving a light blue streak.

            Paige wasn't really sure what she was going to paint, but she just had an urge to paint. After all, that had been her only true way of dealing with mixed emotions, since as long as she could remember...

*Flashback*

            The vibrant red paint splashed the canvas forming a magnificent blend with the oranges and yellows. Everything about this painting seemed to scream masterpiece, I however was not happy with it. Nothing seemed to look right to me.

            Maybe it was because I didn't really enjoy what I was painting, or maybe it was because my head was filled with too many thoughts for me to really concentrate on what I was doing.

            Suddenly, as I was about to go into a complete daze, I hear the door of my bedroom creak open.

            Turning around I see Paul.

            "Hey!" he says, walking up and kissing me.

            "Hi..." I respond, going back to my painting.

            "Well I know that beach for sure!" he said excitedly.

            I was completely clueless as to what beach he was talking about.  "You know this beach?"

            "I better know it. It's where I took you that day of your parents' funeral."

            Suddenly it hit me. Ohmigod, he was right. It was that beach. I can't believe I didn't realize it as I was painting. I must have painted it because of something I had buried deep in my subconscious. I prayed that Paul hadn't noticed that I hadn't remembered, but I was wrong.

            "Paige are you telling me you don't remember? That you didn't paint this with the intention of painting that beach?" Paul asked puzzled.

            "Umm...." I didn't know what else to say. I knew I couldn't get out of this one.

            "You are kidding me?" He said sounding hurt.

            "I'm...I..."

            "Paige...is everything okay?"

            "Umm...yea why do you ask?"

            "Because you've been absent from school a lot lately and you're forgetting all about our day at the beach...and I don't know...you just seem...different."

            "It's nothing...my thoughts are just all over the place lately."

            "You can talk to me you know? I'm here for you. I always have been and just because we are dating now doesn't mean that's changed."

            "Uh-huh, I know." I said, looking to the floor.

            "You sure?" He said, placing his hand on my chin and lifting my head to face him.

            I just nodded, feeling too weak to say anything.

            He nodded back and went to sit on my bed.

            "Now come here. Let's talk." He said, patting the spot next to him.

            Dropping my paints, I walked over and sat down. I knew I had to talk to him. There were too many things floating in my head for me to just keep it all to myself anymore. I had to tell someone, if I didn't I was liable to kill myself from all the emotions.

            I laid down and he went down with me, intertwining his arm in mine and grabbing my hand. Giving it a tight squeeze I knew I was ready.

            Taking a deep breath I began...

            "You know how I haven't been to school in a few days..."

            "Yea?" He said, waiting for me to continue.

            "Well I think something is wrong."

            "Wrong? Like what?"

            "Well I've been feeling really tired all the time, my head hurts constantly and I've been vomiting on and off all day long."

            Paul was no longer laying down, he was sitting up, staring down at me, concern written all over his face. "Have you gone to the doctor? To see what's wrong?"

            "No...not yet. My aunt is supposed to take me tomorrow morning to get some blood work done, but I don't want to go..."

            "Why? Don't you want to know what's wrong? Paige you could be sick...we need to know what's going on."

            "I know...but...I'm scared about what they are going to tell me." I began to say, tears clearing trying to escape my eyes.

            "Paige, it's going to be okay. Come here." He said, opening his arms. I fell into them and stayed there for what seemed like hours, just taking comfort in the feel of his arms around me.

            "Paul?"

            "Yea...?"

            "Can you come with me tomorrow? Please..." I begged.

            "Okay...I'll come with you. Don't worry, it'll all be okay."

            "I sure hope so..." I whispered into his shirt.

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