A/N: Hey mates! Wow I got so many reviews! Thank you so much! Oh and AussieGallagherGirl (Love yea by the way) asked why I had a 3 in 1. Answer: I honestly liked how it separated things. Also, I like it when there's a different P.O.V per chapter so I hope your okay with that. Hope you have a G'day mates! Oh and someone asked me how old I was, I'm not too old, just turned a teen.
Chapter 4:
Cammie's P.O.V:
The faces seem too familiar. Did I know them? I stared blankly at them as they stared back with shocked expressions.
"Hello?" I asked again. My voice practically sounded like a dying talking frog.
"Cammie?" Somebody asked me. How'd they know my name?
"Who said that?" I answered hoarsely.
"Cam. Cameron it's your mother." A beautiful lady stated as a she went to pick up my hand into hers. I quickly withdrew my hand to my side.
"Don't touch me! I don't know you!" I screeched at the lady. Sorrow filled her eyes as tears began to fill the brim of her eyes then flood out down her face. I felt bad for what I said, but how could I know these people? Three gorgeous girls who were to the back of everybody started sobbing. Now I feel really bad for what I said. Soon a doctor came in and ushered everybody out leaving me alone. A nurse came in with a smile on her face.
"How you feeling sweetheart?" She asked as she pulled a syringe out of her scrub pocket. I suddenly had a flashback. The women with the cold eyes and red hair appeared in front of the girl, who might as well be me.
"Hello Cameron dear." She purred. Yep, the girl was me. I stayed silent.
"The list Cameron! The list!" She exclaimed. I looked at her dully and kept my mouth shut. She seemed angry, but then settled and smirked.
"It's a pity that you are staying quiet." She paused as if she had an evil idea brewing up in her mind.
"Oh well, at least I'll have fun hurting you." She smirked evilly as she grabbed whips and knives. The feeling felt ordinary as if I felt the pain many times before as she slashed the weapons at my bare skin. Then she pulled out a syringe. She stuck it into my arm. Sizzling pain began to fuse up into my arm. I screamed forever as the burning pain swept through my body. Suddenly the flashback ended, but not my fear. I looked at the lady and started to scream.
"NO CATHERINE! LEAVE ME ALONE! PLEASE! DON'T HURT ME I'M BEGGING YOU! PLEASE!" I cried. I kicked, punched, and screamed, anything to get the familiar pandemonium building inside me released. The nurse pressed a button on the wall next to me then tried holding me down. The syringe was in my view as I slipped my arm out of her grip and smacked the glass syringe onto the floor. The glass shattered, as if an earthquake destroyed it. I screamed at the top of my lungs as hot salty tears cascaded down my face. My legs slithered out of her grip and I round house kick her even though I was laying down. She tumbled over onto the floor and passed out cold, but soon awoke. Doctors and nurses soon filled the room as they tried to control me and hold me down.
"NO LET ME GO! YOU'RE HURTING ME! LET GO!" I yelped but soon I saw somebody stick a syringe in me and the world went black.
Chapter 5:
Zach's P.O.V:
The moment my world ended was when she told Rachel that she didn't remember her. That's when I knew she wouldn't know me. I masked my emotions not wanting to cast attention on myself. I could feel my insides drop with every word she said and how she pulled her hand away from Rachel. She looked so gloomy, so-so depressed and sad at the gesture Cammie made. The doctors ushered us out of the room and we stood by the window outside her room.
"Has she lost her complete memory?" Joe asked Dr. Wolf.
"No, those are the side effects from the medication we gave her." He replied honestly. Thank god. I could see the tension lift off a bit on everybody's shoulders. We were having a health conversation with Dr. Wolf when I heard Cammie screaming. Everybody turned their heads around towards the window.
Catherine.
She yelled Catherine. At that moment complete pandemonium flamed inside me. I was going to personally kill everyone of those mother (Insert colorful world). I clenched my knuckles so hard that they were turning white. Abby softly touched my shoulder and I relaxed a bit. Rachel had to do the same thing to Grant and the others. Catherine did this.
My mother. My own mother.
Sometimes I wish I were at least adopted to her because then it make me feel like I'm not the demon's real son. I'm just somebody she adopted to be evil with her. But I have to realize that I am her son, and that I she is my mother. I have to realize I can't choose my family, but I can choose my friends… And that can be hard since all I ever knew when I was little was to kill people. I was like my mothers own personal slave.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath looking at Cammie from the window sleeping. They probably sedated her. I sighed and walked away needing to cool off.
A/N: You like? More P.O.V'S next chapter like Rachel, Grant, and Bex. I hope you liked it and review! Oh and I will update my stories either later today or tomorrow! Thanks!