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Aunt Abby grabbed my arm, letting go instantly when she heard my wince of pain.

"Not telling us won't help the situation, it won't help it go away" she whispered, as if she understood the position I was in. But she didn't. No one understood.

"Telling you won't help the situation either" my voice broke and I struggled to say the rest as I carried on walking out the door. "Nothing will help the situation"

()()()()

Apart from the stares and everyone not talking to me, life was back to normal… or as normal as normal could be. The scars were starting to fade, but my memories weren't. All my roommates had basically moved into Tina's room because of my constant screaming and nightmares. I knew they were concerned, but they were angrier. Angry I hadn't planned anything with them, angry I hadn't taken them with me, angry about everything.

Zach was ignoring me because I wouldn't tell anyone what had happened. My mom and Aunt Abby had been trying to get me to tell them for ages what had happened, what I'd done. They'd even tried to bribe Zach, but Zach had told them it was my story to tell. I wished it wasn't. I didn't want it as my story. Every day the letter from my dad felt heavy in my pocket, every day I wished it could all be over.

"We heard you screaming last night" Macey's voice was calm, but it still made me jump as I turned to face her. We were ready for Aunt Abby's class, but she was late.

"Weren't you in Tina's room?" I asked rather haughtily, checking around to make sure no one could hear us, but everyone was busy gossiping.

"Yes, but we can still… hear" Her voice was unusually sympathetic. "And I heard… what you said… in your sleep…"

I paled as I whispered. "What did you hear?"

"About your dad…" Macey's voice was so quiet I could hardly hear her. "About your dad being dead"

I swallowed loudly and attempted to turn away, but her eyes held mine.

"You have to tell her" Macey said simply. Just as I was about to open my mouth to deny everything, the class went silent. I turned to face Mr Solomon who'd appeared at the front of the class.

"Cameron, your mother wants to see you in her office" He said sternly.

All eyes turned to me accusingly and I tried to hide the blush creeping up my neck.

"Where's Miss Cameron?!" Tina shouted out.

"None of your business" Mr Solomon replied calmly as I gathered up my stuff.

"Well, what are we meant to do for this lesson then?" Liz asked timidly.

"Just carry on with what you were doing last lesson" Mr Solomon shrugged as if he had far more important things on his mind, which he probably did.

Girls began to take out books whilst I put mine away. "Hurry up Cameron" Mr Solomon snapped.

I did as he said and followed him out of the room. "What's this about?" I asked in confusion.

Mr Solomon stopped and turned to me. "I'm sorry Cammie… there's nothing we can do…"

"I don't understand?" I whispered numbly.

Mr Solomon ran a hand through his perfectly messy hair, gelled in all the right places. It was something I'd never seen him do before. He must be really stressed out.

"We've tried our best… but nothing we can say to them will change their mind…"

"Mr Solomon!" I was getting impatient now. "Will you just tell me what is going on?!"

Mr Solomon's eyes dropped to the floor, which worried me most, he'd never not look at anyone whilst he was talking to them.

"It's the Gallagher Academy trustee's; they're here to take you away"

()()()()

I wasn't even scared as I walked into that room. I was sure I'd never be more scared than when that gun had been held to Zach's head.

"Nice to see you again Cammie" Karen, one of the trustee's met me with a smirk. I didn't bother to acknowledge her. I turned to my mom.

"What's going to happen to me?"

My mom swallowed back her tears, she opened her mouth to speak, but then shut it again.

"They're going to erase your memory" Aunt Abby could barely look at me. "Unless you tell them what happened"

I shook my head, and saw the last glimpse of hope in my aunt's eyes die.

"Well then, we have some tea we'd like to give you" A rough voice sounded from the other side of the room, another one of the trustee's no doubt.

"Where will I go?" I whispered.

"Back to your old school" My mom looked down.

The panic suddenly hit me. Dillon was there, I hadn't thought about him for months… but I would have to see him again, I'd have to live in the same school as him again. "But they kicked me out!"

"They've agreed to let you back in… you see, we can be rather forceful" One of the trustee's smiled a totally ungenuine smile.

"Dillon isn't there anymore… he… he did something to another girl… they sent him to an institution for mentally disturbed boys" Aunt Abby whispered.

My body relaxed a little. But still, that old school… it was the place I'd never been happy, the place I knew I could never be happy.

"Still don't want to tell us what happened?" Karen asked haughtily as she poured some tea into a cup.

I shook my head regretfully, almost uncertainly. I couldn't say that my dad was dead, because saying it would make it true, and ruin everyone else's lives.

Karen pushed the cup into my hands. I looked down; the liquid was a strange colour, almost green. It made me feel sick. I looked back up.

"If you don't drink it, we'll force it down you"

I clamped my lips tightly. I wasn't ready for this.

I felt a sudden weight on my left shoulder; Aunt Abby was gripping me tightly, giving me a small smile. "Wherever you are squirt, I'll always love you, I'll write to you, I promise"

I nodded.

I felt a hand on my right shoulder. "Please Cammie, tell them, I can't lose you… again" my mom sobbed. I looked into her eyes. I saw defeat take over her expression and she whispered. "I'll always love you"

I nodded again; the tea was getting cold in my hands. I lifted it up to my mouth and took the tiniest sip, wincing at the strange taste.

I felt the strangest feeling, almost like I was falling, my body was starting to feel numb and warm, the only thing I could feel were hands on my shoulders. I was glad they were there; it proved I was still awake.

"Drink more" I heard a voice in the distance say. I couldn't remember who it belonged too, but I did feel a strange sense of déjà vu.

"No!" Another strange voice said, but the strangest thing was I recognised the voice.

"Zach" I whispered.

"Tell them! Quickly before you forget!" I raked my brains for what he was talking about. My dad. Of course. My dad was dead. I felt the familiar sense of loss sweep over me.

"Please Cammie, tell them"

Something in me suddenly clicked. She'd find out anyway, and from me it was better, from someone who loved him as much as she did.

"He's dead!" I felt myself slide onto the floor. "My dad, he's dead. I went to find him… I went to bring him home, but he's not coming home, he's never coming home, nothing can bring him back, he's gone!" I sobbed.

And then I took another gulp of tea, because I'd never wanted to forget anything more in my whole life.

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