I promised Dawn, and Dawn you shall get! Thanks for reviewing, Elizabeth Fire Ice Heart and Bloodylilcorpse.

I got a call from Zoey on Thursday afternoon, a couple of hours before Episode 9 of PI would be airing (and just like she had in juvie, Scarlett was occassionally showing flashes of the kind of behaviour she exhibited that got her there).

"What are you doing at eleven on Saturday?" she asked.

I smiled, although she couldn't see me. "You're going to talk to Dawn then?"

"Yeah. She's just started setting up a psychic business – she's living alone on in the forest just outside Ontario and doesn't have many clients yet, so she has enough time. I asked her about payment but she said that she counts Mike and I as friends and she's happy to help. Apparently, she and Mike got pretty friendly while they were at the Playa after both of them got eliminated last year. You got time?"

"Yeah, I think so." I answered. "I'll see you then."

"All right. Bye!"

"Bye."

To be honest, watching this season of Total Drama was entertaining, but it was getting unsettling. That night, Scarlett started talking about taking control of the island at one point. Also, Chris gave all the competitors this outdated mush and it gave them all food poisoning (although I think Shawn didn't eat any of his, because he seemed better than everyone else...although the look of everyone else made him believe they were zombies when he saw them chasing Jasmine). In short, Thursday's episode was actually so unsettling, it was almost like watching twenty minutes of a horror movie (and while it takes a bit to scare me, I'm not a fan of horror movies – it's one of the few things Duncan and I don't have in common).

But that was nothing compared to Friday's episode. I literally hid my face in Duncan's shoulder, because I couldn't bear to look at the Scarlett on screen. This time, she was determined to take control of the island...or the million dollars. The island was literally going to self-destruct in an hour unless someone stopped it from happening. But Scarlett locked herself in the control room, tried to kill the other contestants, and threatened to let the island explode if Chris didn't give her the million dollars (he didn't). She didn't just change the way she acted – her eyes flashed red, her hair looked like fire (okay, so that's always what it looked like when it wasn't in a bun, but still), and her lack of glasses really changed her face to make her look more threatening.

After the others got away from the killer robots, they managed to trick Scarlett into opening up. Sugar tied her up and Sky disarmed the self-destruct, Scarlett was eliminated, and finally, an extra confessional from Chris came up. "For those of you who are worried, don't stress. Scarlett is being held in solitary confinement for attempted murder in juvie as we speak."

I looked up at Duncan. "Guess her resolve to never go back to juvie didn't work out, huh?" I said, managing a weak smile. "I'm glad she never flipped out while we were in there."

"To be honest, I'm kind of impressed." Duncan remarked. "I didn't know your cellmate had it in her."

"She used to make out she was dangerous." I told him. "Like when I called her stupid, she said I should probably ask to be moved to another cell if I did it again. But I didn't expect that!"

It was just a little scary to realize that not only had I been the prison bitch of a psychopath (although that was the first time I'd used that phrase), but I'd also shared a cell and secrets with one. Had it not been for Duncan being pretty much normal, I would have wondered if I should have been afraid of Izzy, too.

But I put all thoughts of Scarlett out of my head when I headed over to Zoey's to meet Dawn for the first time. Zoey greeted me at the door with a smile that looked, in my opinion, just a little too happy. "Hi!" she said. "Dawn's already here. She already watched All-Stars, so she knows who you are."

"Um, Zoey?" I said. "Are you all right?"

"Of course!" Zoey said, in a voice that matched her expression. "I'm great, of course I am! Why wouldn't I -" she broke off, and finally stopped smiling. "All right, I admit it." she muttered. "I feel like crap. I have been ever since I was found. I mean, even though I'm trying to stay confident that I will see Mike again, I still feel awful. I know there's nothing physically wrong – I even took two pregnancy tests and saw a doctor, but there's no reason I shouldn't be any better." She lowered her voice and said "Don't say anything to anyone else – I can talk to you because you've had the same experiences, but no one else. They wouldn't understand."

Finally, she led me into the room, and introduced me to the aura-reader.

Dawn looked just as she had in the show. She had to be about the same age as us, but she was very short and petite. Smaller than Zoey. Maybe even smaller than me (and I had been smaller than practically every other teenager when I was in juvie and I hadn't grown much since). Nevertheless, something about her commanded respect. She was also pale, with long blonde hair, almost white, and wore a similar outfit to her one on the show – a sweater and a skirt over leggings, although not the green and blue ones she'd worn a year ago.

"Hello." she said when Zoey introduced us. Her voice was the same as the one on the show – very high-pitched, almost ethereal, but pleasant and gentle. "I saw you on Total Drama All-Stars. Congratulations on winning."

"Thanks." I said, but I really didn't want to think about All-Stars at that moment. "I watched Revenge of The Island. It really sucks, what Scott did to you."

"I try not to dwell on that any more, especially as I know he's not the same person now." Dawn answered, her voice still calm and neutral. "Anyway, I'm assuming you want to discuss methods on helping Mike control his mind?"

Zoey and I nodded, and Zoey spoke up. "I know he's still in there, but I haven't seen him since the day we both went to see him when Bailey told Mal about the full extent of his actions. I just...I don't think Mike's gone, but..."

Dawn gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Zoey. I'll be able to confirm it once I meet with him, but I'm almost certain that you're right." She paused, and her face became serious. "Speaking of which, there's something else I wanted to talk to you both about that I've noticed. Anyway, I'll work out exactly what kind of methods Mike could use in order to keep control of his mind once I've visited him, and worked out exactly how much control Mal currently has."

I looked up at her. "And what was the other thing you wanted to talk about?"

"I can see that both of you have a grey area in your auras." Dawn said. "It's causing both of you to feel both emotional and physical pain, although there is nothing physically wrong. Grey often means damage or fear."

I took a deep breath. "I assume Zoey hasn't told you about our past with Mal?"

"She hasn't." Dawn confirmed. "I was aware you knew him before the show, and I know that you were held hostage by him for a short time, but not any of the specifics."

I looked at Zoey. She nodded. And I quickly summarized things – the way he'd treated me in juvie, what he'd done that night in the spa hotel, what he'd done to Zoey later on, what he'd made both of us do...I had to hold back tears.

Dawn nodded. "I understand now. I can see it's quite faded for you, but in Zoey, it's very strong." While I had refused to cry, Zoey had kept her eyes downcast, as though she thought looking at the carpet would solve things. Instead, she'd begun crying silently.

"Listen, tell me something." Dawn said. "Do either of you have nightmares about Mal?"

"How did you know?" I asked. Zoey simply nodded, not speaking.

"Dreams are a manifestation of our inner selves." Dawn answered. "I try to be aware of my feelings, and often, the way I feel in life takes on a physical manifestation in my dreams. I think that you both need to be aware of these fears. It's the only way that you can find a way to get past them."

Zoey looked at the floor again. "I guess...I've been kind of trying not to think about it." she admitted. "It's too scary to relive. Especially when I think of some of the things he did to me after Bailey ran..."

"You don't have to dwell on them," Dawn reassured her. "But if you need to talk about it, do. And accept, rather than avoid."

There was no way anyone could keep a secret from Dawn. I could see that she didn't know everything. But she knew a great deal more than most would. She read the rest of my aura, and reported that most of my aura was a healthy brown, with a light pink part symbolizing the feelings I held for Duncan. I left soon after that, feeling a lot better.

And...well...would it be a gutter comment to admit that I didn't need dreams to show a physical manifestation of what I felt for him that night?

After all was done, Duncan spoke. "Wow, Diamond. You were really amazing tonight. I mean, usually you're good, but this was...no words."

I laughed at him. "You were pretty amazing yourself."

Screw auras and grey areas. I was starting to feel good again.

Just to make it clear, the reason Zoey is more damaged than Bailey is because she was more innocent before Mal came into her life. He destroyed the innocent part of her, and she's still not willing to accept that she's lost that part of her.