Chapter 10:

Cammie's P.O.V:

_Two Weeks Later_

Paralyzed. Prisoned. Trapped.

Those three words describe me right now. I'm still stuck here in the 'infirmary' thing. I feel lost. Like I don't belong or fit in. You know when you're the new girl from a different country and everybody stares at you like you're an alien from a different planet just because you have a different accent (A/N: Happened to me. Everybody looked at me like I was from Mars or something. Then everybody tried copying my Australian accent!), or wear different clothes then the people in the other country? Yea that's how it feels. Worst of all is that this place was my home… and I don't remember.

The faces are familiar in my head. I keep on getting dreams about them but I can't remember their names. You know how if feels not to remember your own mother or brother! Your best friends since forever or your aunt and uncle! Horrible. It's- it's so frustrating! You want to pull your hair out of your head and scream like there's no tomorrow. To get out all that pain, depression, frustration, pandemonium, anything. But of course if I want to do that they would immediately schedule you for an appointment with a psychologist for therapy so there goes that plan.

My eyes start to droop and get heavy as I start closing my eyes and disappearing to a dream.

"Macey! Please no! Can't I just go in jeans and a T-shirt, I really don't need any make-up either!" A voice whined. Was that me? It sounded like me. Though there was a change. The girl sounded happy and fun. I sound dead and clueless.

"Cammie! Don't pretend you don't like it! You know you must look good! Your Zachy poo is going to be there!" She laughed pointing to a picture of four boys and I along with Macey, a Tinkerbell looking girl, and a Greek goddess. She pointed to the boy in the middle and let me tell you, his parents did a nice job.

"Help me Lizzie!" The girl who I'm going to call myself pleaded desperately.

"Macey, leave the poor girl alone." She defended.

"Liz! Mind your own business. Plus Jonas is going to be there." Macey replied to Liz. Liz blushed a crimson color as she looked at the scrawny boy. He was actually quite cute.

"Bloody hell would you guys shut up!" A girl exclaimed. She looked like a Greek goddess.

"Bex, stay out of it! Plus like I said to Lizzie, Grant will be there to see his British Bombshell." Macey teased to 'Bex'. I saw a tint of pink hit her cheeks as he saw a Greek god looking boy that had the same color eyes as me.

"Like you aren't excited to see Nick Mace!" She countered. I'm guessing that was the other boy.

I was quite enjoying the dream but it started fading away. I wanted to go after it. I wanted to grab it and hide it from the world. It piece of my memory, let me rephrase that, it was a piece of my happy memories. I started hearing background noises. It sounded like the girls from the dream.

"Bex." I slurred groggily. I heard fast footsteps coming near me but I was still groggy.

"Cammie?" Bex answered. She was talking to loud for me. I mean I was in this infirmary forever and the only noises are soft beeping and nurses and doctors walking down the halls.

"Bex, your talking to loud." I mumbled. I heard her laugh and more footsteps coming near me. Quiet sobs could be heard. I felt somebody hug me really tight. I had some sort of feeling that it was Liz.

"Liz… too… tight." I hitched. Then I heard loud sobs.

"Oopsie daisies! Sorry Cammie." She sniffled. I smiled a bit as I started opening my eyes. I came face to face with 'Model Macey'.

"Hey Mace. Your not going to harass me with make-up when I get out of here are you?" I teased.

"You never know with the 'Mind of Macey'." She chuckled. They all crawled on the hospital bed and started talking to me. It was like we had everything else in the back of our minds.

"I'll get the boys!" Bex leaped out of bed and ran away leaving me along with the other girls rolling our eyes then laughing. I swear they came in less then thirty seconds (24.567 seconds if you were wondering).

"CAMMIE!" Grant screamed like a little boy on Christmas. He literally pushed everybody off the bed and hugged me like no tomorrow.

"Grant!" I started. I didn't even know if the words I was going to say next were right but I said them anyways. "Do you want your sister to nearly die again?" I asked giving him that 'Hmmmm?' look. He laughed and let go. He started jumping up and down like a little girl and mumbling words. I cocked an eyebrow at him. next was Jonas telling me how he missed me and the survival calculations or something like that. Nick hugged me and told me how Zach would talk in sleep about me every night. I blushed at that. After about twenty minutes everybody left. I then heard somebody come in. I turned my head to the doorway. Piercing green eyes looking at me.

"Zach?" I whispered. He was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed. He pushed himself off and walked over to me. His masked emotion suddenly changed. His eyes revealed happiness.

"Hey Gallagher Girl." He greeted. Some how the name made my insides fill with butterflies and my cheeks get hot. He put his hand on the other side of the bed and leaned closely to me. For some reason my eyes started working like waterways. His eyes were glossy and you could tell he was about to cry. His took his thumb and wiped away the tear that flowed down my cheek.

"I missed you Gallagher Girl." He whispered softly. His voice fragile, as if it was going to break.

"I missed you too Blackthorne Boy." I smiled slightly. He took his hand and put it under my neck and lifted it up to his face. We were centimeters apart. His bright scent intoxicating me. Then he crashed his lips onto mine. It was compassionate, sweet, thrilling! It was, as cliché as is sounds magical. He started pulling away. I moved to the side leaving room on the bed.

"Stay." I pleaded. He smirked. He laid down next to me and draped his arm around. I snuggled closer to him and wrapped my arm around his waist.

"I love you." I whispered looking up at him.

"I love you too." He replied looking back at me.

"Zach?"

"Hm?"

"Don't leave me."

"Never." I wish I could say that was the best day of my life, but I couldn't.

I woke up.

I woke up from my dream and into reality.

A/N: Hey Mates! Thank you so much for all the reviews, favorites, and story followers! They mean the world to me. Hopefully I didn't disappoint you guys with the fake Zammie, although it's for a reason. I wasn't thrilled with this chapter but hopefully you liked it. Review!