A/N: Awesome amount of reviews on the last chapter, thanks! I hope you like this chapter, I'm so excited for the Zammie that's coming up later on! ;)

Previously:

This was for my dad. This was to get to Catherine. This was the only way.

"Don't do it Cammie, Cammie, no!" Zach shouted.

I took one last look towards Zach.

"Sorry" I whispered as I jumped.

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Fire erupted through my body as I heard the smack of the waves against me. Everything was a whirl of colour; it was all I could do to stop my backpack ripping off of my shoulders. I tried to look upwards towards where the bridge had been moments before, but the waves were so strong and rough that each time I found a focal point it was ripped away from me again and replaced with the sickly blue colour of the water.

I had no idea how long I'd been under for. I had no idea how long I'd been fighting for breath for, but I could feel my lungs protesting as they fought for air. I tried to use my hands to claw upwards but each time I could finally see the surface I was dragged under again. Black spots began to cloud my vision as I felt my body begin to give up… but then all of a sudden I felt a break in the wave, and with one almighty push I pulled my body up and took in deep breaths of burning air. It wasn't long before I was sucked back under again though and I choked on the water filling my mouth, gagging with the salty taste.

In that moment, I literally saw my life flash before my eyes. I'd thought that it was just a saying, but in those few seconds I really did. I thought about how stupid I'd been, thinking I'd be able to do this on my own, how I'd disappointed my mom, my friends… Zach.

I thought about when I'd saved Macey from the river, and I'd told her to stop struggling, to relax as I saved her. But no one was here to save me. I stopped my arms flailing about in panic although my lungs protested. It was over, my time was up, and I knew it. But then as I felt myself relax I felt the waves tug me up a little and bring me back to the surface again.

My head felt like an absolute mess as my head broke the surface of the water and I gasping in air again that made my lungs feel like they were bursting. I looked around to try to see where I was. My eyes began to focus slightly and I could just make out the bridge in the far distance getting further and further away from me as the waves continued to drag me along. Now that I'd stopped moving I could feel the cold biting into my skin. I looked around desperately and caught sight of a little embankment. I knew the river was headed east which was the direction of Apple Cross Street. I felt tears gather in my eyes as I's have to go back under and swim. I took a large breath and pushed myself back under the water.

I was instantly sucked back into the strong current as I fought my way to the embankment on my right. I hoped against hell that I was pushing my body the right way. It felt like ages until my fingers dug into deep mud and my arms felt like they were being dislocated as I clung to the embankment in vain. I was so weak I was sure I wouldn't be able to climb up there. But I remembered my promise, to try to be a Gallagher Girl, and so I moved my fingers up the embankment a little more until I felt grass. A little more and then I could feel some kind of tree… and of course, because I was unlucky, it was a damn holly tree. I felt the thorns dig painfully into my hands as I gripped tighter and began to lift my body out of the fast-flowing water. I clambered onto the bank thankfully and sprawled out, disentangling my hands from the tree. I knew I didn't have much time until everyone came looking for me, so I quickly pulled out my backpack. The stitching had been ripped off but thankfully all my things were still inside.

I pulled out the clothes but they were of course soaking wet. I shivered. I then pulled out where I'd put some food but that too was pretty much inedible. I looked at the apple which seemed to be the only thing that had managed to survive… and then I thought of a plan.

I ripped Macey's cross shaped necklace off of my neck, watching for a moment as the crystals glinted in the dull sunlight.

I took a large bite of the apple and screwed my face up in disgust at the salty taste as I spat the bit I'd eaten out. My hands were shaking and numb with cold but I managed to stick the cross shaped necklace into the soft bit of the apple apple.

I stood back and looked at it for a while. Would they realise that the cross in the apple would symbolise Apple Cross Street? Or would they think I was just going mad. I hoped that by the time I found it I'd have my dad out of Catherine's grasp and then they'd be on hand to pick us both up… although I knew the possibility was very, very slight. I had no time to consider it; I was out of any other options so I placed the apple with the cross in as far up the bank as I could on top of my backpack.

And then I ran.

As I ran the cold continued to bite into me, but I was thankful that it didn't seem like I'd broken any bones, which was a miracle. Maybe Macey's necklace really was lucky… I felt kind of lost without it now. I strolled down the streets trying to look like I hadn't just jumped into a river and swam for over five miles… but I think my wet clothes gave it away, earning me some curious glances as I got to Apple Cross Street.

It was deserted… in an eerie kind of way. All the buildings were plastered up with floorboards; bottles of alcohol littered the streets along with shards of glass that my bare feet tried in vain to avoid. I found an extra sharp piece right outside the door of where Catherine had told me to go. I picked it up and felt it cut against my hand. I placed it in my pocket hoping it wouldn't cut through my leg before I had the change to use it against someone else.

I knocked on the door of number 34. There was no answer. I switched my weight onto my other foot and sighed impatiently. I looked up and down the street but no one was around, so I kicked down the door. A nail sliced into my foot and leaked blood on the pavement… but I was actually thankful, because I was sure it would be another clue for someone to find me.

The old wood broke down easily and I blinked in the darkness of the room I was now in. I looked around. It was nothing but an old house with no furniture. I sighed. Maybe I'd got the wrong house? I suddenly felt like I was being watched as I walked a little further into the house.

"Look, I'm here to speak to Catherine, and get my dad back… That's… all I want…"

I was sure I heard a snigger somewhere in the distance… but I couldn't swear on it, so I carried on through the house until I saw a light. I sighed with relief and walked into the small room… it wasn't just small, it was tiny, barely big enough to fit the tiny camped that had been chucked in there.

Just as I was about to turn around and try a different part of the house, a door slammed straight in my face. I yelled out as it almost hit me. I was burning with anger… but that soon turned into horror as I heard a key turn in the lock of the door.

"No…" I whispered. I couldn't be locked in here.

"No!" I screamed. "No! Let me out!"

There was no reply.

"Please!" I begged the darkness. "I'm here to speak with Catherine, she wants to see me, please let me out!" my screaming was turning into sobbing as I realised how hopeless the situation was.

I wiped my eyes and barged into the door with my shoulder. I felt the wood splinter slightly, then just as I was about to barge into it again I head a low voice. "Someone shut this brat up; she'll have the door down in a minute"

"Let me out!" I screamed again as I hammered on the door. "Let me…"

I froze mid-sentence as I heard a whirring sound coming from the ventilator above me. I began to back away.

"What are you doing?!" I screamed as a yellow gas started to fill the room. I backed against the wall and covered my mouth.

"What… What… you… doing…?" I managed to slur out before my body hit the floor and I was out cold.

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