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"Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one."

― C.S. Lewis

Chapter 15:

Macey's P.O.V:

4:15, time to see Cammie. I sigh as I slip on some Uggs and walk over to her room. Zach along with the rest of the gang are already there. I walk in and plaster a fake smile on my face. Don't get me wrong, I want to see Cammie, but she doesn't remember us and she seems very depressed… along with the gang and I.

"Hey Cammie, guys." I greet as I walk in and sit next to Cammie. She mumbles a hello and waves. I turn my head to see some of her foundation has been used.

"Hey you used some of your make-up." I smile as I grab the bottle examining it. Cammie's facial expression showed fear but in a split second it's changed with a neutral face. I could tell everybody saw it too but they let it go.

"Hey Cammie! How are yea?" A nurse walked in smiling.

"Good." Cammie replies flatly as she looks out the window. What's so amusing about that window she looks at everyday?

"That's great hon. Oh and can I talk to you guys outside please." We all nodded leaving Cammie in the room. We met Ms. Morgan, Mr. Solomon, and Abby outside.

"Hello. I hope your day is going well. I just wanted to say that Ms. Morgan can be discharged from the infirmary. We're warning you though you have to be patient with her. She's still lost and needs a lot of strength from her friends and family. It might help her get her memory back." The doctor explained with the nurse next to him nodded her chubby head. We all thanked them and went back to the room.

"Hey squirt guess what? You're being discharged." Abby explained. For the first time in a very long time a genuine smile crossed Cammie's face making the room look less dull then its original complexion.

"Really?" She asked in amusement.

"Yep!" Abby replied throwing her a pair of clothes. She swiftly caught them in the air as we left the room for her to change.

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Cammie walked out of her infirmary room wearing her clothes that were about three to four sizes to big. She was skinnier then Liz! She dragged herself towards us pulling her jeans up and her shirt. She smiled at us as she saw us pulling at her sleeves.

"Umm hey." She greeted timidly.

"Well come on! Let's go to our dorm." Liz exclaimed. Cammie nodded a little bit nervous. I turned to see the adults giving us the 'remember what they told you' look. We all nodded our heads and waved goodbye.

Chapter 16:

Third Person P.O.V

The boys waved goodbye to the girls as they stepped into their dorm.

"We'll see you girls at our dorms in about twenty minutes 'kay? Oh and Cammie are you coming?" Nick asked the skinny looking girl in the corner.

"Um thank you for the-the offer, but-but I think I'll-I'll just stay here and-and freshen mys-self up." She stuttered nervously. The boy nodded and left leaving the girls in the door. The skinny looking traced her fingers against the wall and stared at the dorm room in awe. She turned her skinny little self and looked at the three girls in the doorway.

"I-I stayed here? It's so beautiful compared to where I came from." The girl stated.

"Where did you come from?" Rebecca Baxter asked. The skinny girls turned around facing her. Her eyes darkened with fear as she stepped closer to the Egyptian goddess.

"A small cramped dark place. They only give you food every two weeks and a half a cup of water every day, but that's only if your good. When they ask you something and you don't reply, they abuse you or put you in this electric chair. Also they…, never mind." The skinny looking girl explained, her big blue eyes widening.

"Well it's a good thing your back then." The Egyptian goddess explained not sure what to say at her. The girl nodded as she grabbed the pj's on her bed.

"I'm going to go take a shower." She disappeared into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

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The group of 17 year olds huddled together crying. The boy with the same shade of blue eyes the girl had who's name is Grant hugged Rebecca Baxter as she let her guard down and shielded her face into his chest. A few tears escaped from his own eyes.

The Model Girls mascara ran as she cried her eyes out while the Sleek boy rubbed circles on her back soothing her even though he needed just as much.

The Tinkerbell looking girl and the Cute Nerd sat in the corner crying fearing the worst for the Skinny girl. They feared that she would move on without them. They feared that she would forget them forever, and worst of all they feared that she would change her whole personality leaving them to pick up the pieces that she left behind.

By the large window there stood a boy. His name is Zachary Goode. His gaze stood at the rustling sounds of trees whose leaves were dancing in the air. He remembered The Skinny Girl and him dancing out by the woods and playing a good game of spy hunt at night with their friends. The memories fired into his mind like a car engine turning on and off constantly, its energy and feeling turning on. He let his mask down once again letting a tear shed. He knew he was letting his mask down to many times for the certain business he does.

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Cammie Morgan ran her fingers into her wet hair as the shampoo took out any left over grime that was in her hair. She splashed some of the water in her face getting the soap out of her eyes. She shut the shower water off as she wiped her face with her hand, and then squeezing the water out of her dripping hair. She then grabed the towel that sat outside the shower. Her body ached as she reached out for it. She wiped her legs then wrapped the towel around her body and stepped out.

She carefully tiptoed over to the sink where her clothes sat. In front of the sink was a huge mirror. She looked at her complexion weirdly as she wiped her hands on the mirror clearing the steam that was left behind from the hot shower. She stepped back in fear as she took a good look at herself. She touched the mirror where her face was, and then touching her face making sure what she saw was real.

Her gaunt pale face frightened her as she wrapped the towel closer to herself. She saw how brittle her bones really looked and how pale her body looked. She resembled a new sheet of white paper. Cammie turned her body to the side tracing the scars on her arm with her think finger. Each scar that told an unknown story to everybody she knew. She grimaced at the memories that started to fill her mind, which she controlled to put aside.

She was frustrated. She was confused. Cammie didn't know why somebody would do this to her. She thought she was the good guy. Frustration consumed her as she wondered what she did wrong and why she couldn't remember. Her hand automatically went to the drawer on the side. She didn't know why, maybe she remembered what was in there.

Inside was a pair of sharp shiny scissors. She grabbed them and snapped them opened. She grabbed the sharper edge and traced a line with the scissors into her bare scar filled wrist.

Satisfaction replaced the frustration immediately. Blood dripped onto the floor making a small splash sound after each drop.

Sudden the old Cammie came back and she dropped the scissors questioning why she did that to herself. She backed away from the mirror to afraid and ashamed of seeing herself. Her back hit against the wall and she slid down it. She buried her skinny gaunt looking face into her hands and cried. She cried for all the troubles she's been too, she cried for the pain, she cried for not remembering, she cried for her old self, and she cried for love.

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