"Hamish what's wrong?" It was Scarlett, she wasn't looking at him, instead tying her hair back in the steamed up galss of the changing room mirror, "you don't seem very tallkative today."

He shuffled and looked at his feet, "don't like swimming?"

"Can you swim?" It was Harry now, who had almost become inseparable from the pair. Hamish continued to look at the floor.

"Of course I can swim, I have been swimming my whole life. " That was the truth, just not the whole truth. He hadn't been swimming with someone who wasn't family, not since the kidnapping.

"Then what is it?" Scarlett turned around and tried to get into Hamishes field of vision.

"I just don't like swimming with other people that's all.."

"I do not understand."

"It doesn't matter, Lottie."

"Mish, " she lifted his chin, "is this about your back?"

Harry looked confused, "what?"

"My back... When I was kidnapped I was chuckled onto barbed wire. It left a huge scar running from each shoulder and I don't like people looking at it."

"Why?"

"Because they will ask ," he picked up his bag, they were being let into the changing rooms, "especially children. Curiosity. Human nature. Pandora s box, etcetera."

Harry looked confused and followed him, "Pandora? Thats a bracelet right?"

"No, it's a Greek myth about a woman called Pandora. The Gods gave her a box as a wedding present and her husband hid it. One day she found it and got so curious that she opened it, letting all bad things come to earth."

"Oh." Harry smiled, "fountain of knowledge."

Hamish smiled back, "thank you. Now.. let's get this over with. I hate school swimming."

"Dont we all."

Hamish stood in a line at the edge of the pool, with his arms crossed over his chest. There had already been a lot of sidways glances towards his back, which he answered with a hopefully annoyed look. He knew what the scar looked like, as if someone with chainsaw fingers hand ripped his back open and then tired to sew it up with the blades still running.

It wasn't exactly pretty.

His chest, too, had numerous small scars on. More so than others, but not enough to look like he was being harmed in any way. Whilst he was watching the pool slowly lap against his toes Harry walked up behind him and stood to his right.

"You weren't half joking about your scar, where you?"

Hamish tired to smile but shrugged instead, "it's pretty big."

Harry nodded and started to talk about how cold the pool was, or the weather, or some thing completely difficult. Hamish found he couldn't pay attention. All he could see was Scarlett giving him a slight wave from the other side if the pool and all he could think was that he should wave back.

A/N- Sorry again. I'm just going to have to admit that my updates will be slow. I have GCSE s and hospital appointments and tons of other stuff going on but I still love writing this. PLEASE COMMENT IT MAKES MY DAY! Love you all, see you soon!