A/N: Thankyou for being patient. I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday and this chappie is pretty crappy any way, but I did have a date with the tv! My friend lent me 8 episodes of Stargate and I sat and watched them all after Uni. I plan on doing the exact same thing tonight when I get home...mmm Daniel Jackson/Michal Shanks...mmm Jack O'Neill/Richard Dean Anderson...sorry off on a tangent then...I hope to be putting longer chapters up soon, but no promises. Thankyou everyone for reviewing!

Disclaimer: Although I'd love to take credit, "this book belongs to..." JK Rowling and Joss Wheaton.

Chapter TWENTY-TWO

"I'm terribly sorry mom, dad. I shouldn't have made up such a terrible lie." Buffy said sincerely to her parents exactly one week after she had been committed. She knew that if she ever wanted to get out of the hospital then she would have to tell them exactly what it was that they wanted to hear.

"Oh, sweetie, we know that you are." Joyce looked up at the doctor that was supervising them. "Is she better?"

"She's fine, and we have decided that she is free to go home with you."

"Thank you Doc." Hanks said shaking hands with the man. Joyce put her arm around Buffy and they walked out to the car together. It was then that Buffy noticed that her parents had brought separate cars.

"Mom? What's going on?"

"Your father and I have decided that we should get a separation."

"WHY?" Buffy demanded shocked at the revelation.

"It's been building up for a long while now. I have packed up everything that was in your room into boxes and sent them with the moving truck. We are moving to a little town called Sunnydale."

"Straight away?"

"No, of course not. We are going to go and stay with my mom for a little while. Just until we find a good house. I have decided that I would like to purchase the gallery they have there."

There was no space for Buffy to argue with her mother and she turned and gave her father a hug, because she would miss him, not because she forgave either of them for putting her into the terrible place.

He hugged her back and then left, climbing into his car, he drove off leaving Buffy and her mother standing on the steps of the hospital, the car was behind them. He didn't look back.

Glancing over her shoulder she looked at the hospital and saw that it was looming up at her. She shuddered never wanting to set foot in one of them again.

"Can we go?" She asked plainly and her mother agreed. They climbed into the four-wheel drive and set off to Joyce's mothers home.

Two months later, Buffy climbed the stairs of their new house in Sunnydale. Already Buffy hated it. There was no independent gym, away from the school and she hadn't seen any clubs as of yet that she could go to and have some fun.

Her mother was taking her to school the next day to enroll her and so that she could start classes. The school year had actually started two days ago, but Buffy was adamant that she wouldn't go there on the first day. She wanted to slip in unnoticed and join with the crowd.

In her bedroom, Buffy sat at the desk and began to write in the diary she was keeping. She had started to write in it the day she had been released from the hospital. It was a way for her to get her emotions out.

Dear Diary,

Mum decided that I couldn't put off school any longer. I have to go there tomorrow and enroll. It sucks big time, but I don't want to get her upset with me. Not after I broke my parents up with my secret.

I have made a decision about this year at school. I don't plan to tell anyone that I am originally from England. I have a chance to start fresh here and I plan to make the most of it. I also plan to play the ditzy blonde that I was starting to become in LA before I found out who I was. I want to pass all of my tests, but play down the results. I'm going to seem to be one of the dropout kids who need heaps of study help and all that, but I plan to pass with flying colors. I'll make mum and Lily proud of me.

I also plan to continue with patrol. Although I did say that I was going to stop that I can't stop the feeling that bubbles up inside me every time I look out the window and see the cemetery down the street. There are eight cemeteries here. It's more like Sunnyhell than Sunnydale.

I received a letter from Lily. Her wedding is in three months. James and her are planning to get married in the orchard behind James house on November 25th. I am really excited. Lily told me that she had Professor Dumbledore's permission to write to me often for the next two months. She will be sending me pictures of wedding dresses and I get to say which are my favorites. She said that she knows that my taste in clothing is much better than hers. Anyway, mum said that it was okay for me to go so yay!

So far she hasn't been through my things again...the last time that I caught her doing that I was absolutely furious and I don't think that she would try it again...but just incase, I have a false bottom to the trunk at the end of my bed. Under it I have stakes and an axe. The only thing that I don't want again is a Watcher. I don't want to be responsible for another one dieing on me, or for me. That would be something that I cannot stand.

Sirius wrote to me, straight after I got out of the 'place' (The hospital) and he knew that there was something wrong. Apparently he had been dreaming about it. I had to tell him the truth. There is just something about him that makes me need to speak the truth. I am unable to lie to him.

Anyway, I'm going to sleep now or I will never get up in the morning and I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be a long day.

Yours truly, Buffy.