I know another short chapter, but, at least it's an update, right… Please review, your words inspire me. The chapters will get longer, as for right now, they may stay semi short, just because of time constraints. And June is a busy month for me, but, I will update as often as I can.

Chapter Two

Waking seemed to be the hardest thing at the moment, I tried to get my eyes to open, when that failed, I tried to move my hands, maybe I could pry them open, but I couldn't lift my arms, it felt like they were being held down by a lead weight. Cursing in frustration, I tried to call for help, but my voice wouldn't work. Panic was setting in, and I could do nothing to stop it.

As I struggled, pulling harder at whatever was restraining me, I felt a small give, infinitesimal as it was, as well as a slight dampness, but couldn't be bothered with the slight pain the action had caused or the damage.

I would have continued to struggle, but the stern voice that suddenly shattered the silence, gave me momentary pause. "Elizabeth, you need to stop this at once, you're only hurting yourself. I thought you agreed that going to your son's funeral was best."

My son, yes, my dear little boy, but what happened to Cameron, he was fine, wasn't he, why would I be burying him…My questions continued to pile on top of each other, but for some reason, I was terrified to voice them.

Something wasn't right, I couldn't remember anything, but there was a nagging at the back of my mind, something telling me, I shouldn't say much.

Biting my tongue, I replied, "Yes, of course, I think I was half asleep and dreaming, nothing more. I'm fine, rest assured."

He looked at me oddly for many moments, but finally came over and freed my wrists, "Alright Elizabeth, after the funeral, you can go home, I think you are doing remarkably well."

Again, not having a clue as to where I was, or what this head case was yammering about, I just smiled one of my fake 'Elizabeth is happy smiles' and waited for him to leave the room.

Before he closed the door, he said, "I'll be back in twenty to take you to the church, please be ready."

I nodded once before walking as slowly as I possibly could to what I hoped was the restroom.

Once inside, I jumped in the shower, as the water was rushing down my stressed and aching body, I tried to remember. Nothing was making any sense. Cameron wasn't dead, I knew it, I had just left him with Lucky…

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Right on schedule, he came back, thankfully I was already dressed and waiting for him. "Thanks for being ready. It's time to go."

I nodded my head, but didn't say anything, at this point, I felt it could do more harm than good.

As he pulled up to the church, I noticed all my friends and family. I slid my seatbelt off and moved to open the door, which was when everything over the last four days hit me, it was almost like a slide show going on behind my eyes, from Lucky bailing and leaving me unprepared for the kids, to running down my driveway and collapsing beside Jake, or who I thought was Jake. It took everything in me to not scream or draw attention to myself.

Doctor Ruston paused getting out of the car, "Elizabeth, are you alright?"

"I'm okay; I just need a moment please, it's just so hard being here, knowing I have to bury my baby." My voice shook, but I tried to keep any hints of suspicion or hysteria out of it and inject just the right amount of grief, because if I over did it, I was liable to end up back at Shadybrook. I needed to think, and fast.

He nodded his head and stepped out of the vehicle. I was a little conflicted, wondering if I was so well to go home after the memorial, why the "doc" was remaining, it wasn't like I knew him from Adam and he definitely didn't know my son.

I risked a quick glance up, feigning reaching for a tissue from the box on the dash and wished I hadn't. Audrey and Jason were both staring at me, looking at me with contempt and quite possibly, hatred. Doctor Ruston took a few more steps away from the car, approaching Audrey and Jason, it was obvious they were talking, but I couldn't discern what it was they were saying. At that moment though, I didn't care, I just wanted the doctor to get further away from the car. There was no way I was going to this funeral, it was not my child in there, and I didn't care who said it was, I knew, deep in my heart, that wasn't my baby.

The further the doctor got from me, the closer Jason and Audrey got, I knew if I was going to do something, the time was now, before anyone could stop me. If all my loved ones could believe I would purposely hurt my own child, I no longer needed them in my life. I had questions, but the most pressing of those was simple, where Cameron was, who had him, and where was Jake. I didn't have the time to sit and wonder right now, but soon I would and I wouldn't stop until I did.

While they were distracted, I quietly opened my door and dashed into the thicket of trees surrounding the church. As I ran, I could hear shouts of alarm from certain friends and family, but ignored their angry shouts, now was not the time to deal with them, but the time would come!