A/N: Hey mates! I LOVE YOU GUYS SOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH! Thank you so much for all the reviews/follows/and favorites. They mean sooooooo much to me! IMPORTANT: Okay so some of you viewers are confused about the end of the last chapter. Cammie's old personality came back for a moment. You know like the Cammie we know who would never hurt herself. Anyways I hope I cleared some things up for you. Hope you like this chapter! (Oh and ZAMMIE will come SOON!)

"Another page turns on the calendar, April now, not March.

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I am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world...I spun out of control. Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.

I wanted to swallow the bitter seeds of forgetfulness...Somehow, I dragged myself out of the dark and asked for help.

I spin and weave and knit my words and visions until a life starts to take shape.

There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn't matter anymore.

I am thawing."

― Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls

Chapter 17:

Cammie's P.O.V:

I awoke from my slumber and rubbed my eyes groggily. I looked to the sides to see that the girls had probably already left judging from their perfectly made beds. I yawned stretching my arms out. I swing my legs to the side and get up towards the closet where this year's uniform is hanged neatly inside. The skirt is a mixture between light blue, light green, white, grey, and a tad bit of red plaid fabric. The shirt is the same white collared shirt with the Gallagher Crest on it. We even have either blue ties or the same skirt plaid pattern. I slip it on and take a look at myself in the mirror.

I still look gaunt and pale. My skirt is slipping down to my knees and my shirt looks like it's four sizes to big. Then a greater problem hit me. My scars, bruises, and cuts. The nurses and doctors never saw the ones on my arms and legs. I quickly grab some leggings and a jacket. I slip on some knee high socks and ballet flats. I brush my stick straight hair that has uneven trimming on the bottom, and then walk out of the dorm shutting the door roughly behind me.

The aroma of waffles fills my nostrils as I walk in. Every pair of eyes stared at me as I walk by. I felt like a gazelle with a group of lions trying to eat me as there prey. I suddenly feel like shrinking up into a ball and hiding back into a hole or somewhere in the shadows. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, walking up to the breakfast line, grabbing my waffles and then setting them onto the tray. (A/N: Does anybody know why I said waffles? I'll do a shout-out for you if you tell me why plus sneak peak ideas.) I turn on my heel and walk over to my 'friends'. I sit down giving them a small smile.

"Hey Cammie!" The Tinkerbell Girl greeted happily.

"Hi." I replied simply taking a bite out of my waffle. I looked over to the Green Eye Hottie (okay I said beauty but I didn't want to make him sound more like a girl) staring at me. I give him a smile and he smiles back making my heart melt. Is it me, or is it getting hot in here? I look down to my spoon to see myself blushing through the reflection, which makes me blush even more. (A/N: Lol, I blush all the time and my friends call me rosy, pinky, cherry, or blushers! It's so emabarrasing!) Soon a conversation started as I sat back listening quietly nibbling on my waffle. The Green Eye Hottie would occasionally smile or glance at me along with the Christmas Crazy boy.

"Oh Cammie!" A women came up to me I think she was the headmistress.

"Yes ma'am?" I questioned. She seemed upset that I called her ma'am. Isn't that polite?

"Honey, come with me. I want you to meet somebody." She grabbed my hand and I didn't withdraw this time. She lead me to the teachers table, her heels clanking with each step she took. I was brought up to a middle aged man. He was tall and lean. He didn't have much hair either and wore glasses. His shoes were neatly polished and wore brown dress pants with a tucked in collared shirt along with a belt.

"Cammie, I would like you to meet Dr. Steve. I think he'll help you and he is now your therapist." The women smiled.

"Hello Cammie." Dr. Steve introduced.

"Hello." I replied shyly. I shook Dr. Steve's hand but something about it didn't seem right. I gave him a fake smile, but on the inside I was questioning him and trying to think where and when I saw this man.

A/N: Hope you liked it! Oh and they don't know Dr. Steve is bad for some of you who might me confused! I know it's short but I updated something so here yea go! Review?