AN: I don't anything except for the characters that I created.

Camille's POV/THOUGHTS:

I felt like I was floating in air. All around me was white. Miles and miles of white. Then I fell. The background around me turned a sickening, violent red. I touched it and I smeared onto my hand. Blood.

"That's yours, you know," a deep voice told me.

That's not him. It can't be. And I was surrounded in my own blood?

"What are you doing here?" I ask harshly.

"Now, now Mill, I just came here to finish what I started."

From behind him, he pulls out a knife and starts to approach me.

"Don't worry, this is going to hurt a lot…"

I felt like I was on fire. Blood was oozing out of all of my wounds and I screaming. "Logan! Please Logan! Please. Logan…"

I was losing conciseness but the pain was still there. He stuck the knife into my body twisting it, causing more pain than ever. I tried to scream but when I opened my mouth, no words came. Why couldn't I scream anymore? Was I dead?

"There all better," he spits out, as he leaves me bleeding, fighting for my life.

Jo's POV:

They didn't know how bad she was. Sure Kendall saw from a distance but no one else saw her as close as Logan and I had. I saw every her battered and bruised body, the blood coating her skin. No one else really knows what to expect, but all of us are terrified.

"Ready guys?" Kendall asks but pushes open the door anyways.

Everyone gasps. There are innumerable machines hooked to her. She could have been considered dead if it weren't for the faint beeping of one of the machines. It was scary to see Camille this way. Her usual giddy personality was replaced by an uneasy silence. You could see her bones sticking out and dried blood in some places. She had cuts and burns on her body not to mention nasty bruises and a broken foot. She looked so small, so vulnerable on the hospital bed. Her chest was rising and falling, a reassurance that she was in fact alive.

"Is- is she going to be alright?" Carlos asks.

"She's going to be just fine, Carlos," Stephanie reassures.

"You don't know that, Steph. She can die and there's nothing we can do to stop that."

"Don't think like that."

"Why shouldn't I? Shouldn't I think realistically? What- what will happen if she's gone? I- I can't take it, I love her too much."

"Shhhh," someone pulls me in and I sob into their shoulder.

"That's not going to happen," I look up to find Kendall reassuring me.

I give up for now but I still have doubts in my mind. I walk towards Camille and take her hand in mine and cry. Before I know it, everyone is crying, too. "Please Cami. Please wake up. I need you. We all do," I beg but she doesn't move.

We stay until visiting hours are over and leave after telling Logan about Camille. That night, after we all go our separate ways, none of us can sleep. We stay up all night thinking about Camille.

Logan's POV:

The next day, they allowed me to go home with strict instructions to dress my wound every two hours. But I didn't go home. Instead, I joined my friends in Camille's room.

"Logan, go home and get some rest please," James begs, "We'll take good care of Camille, we promise."

"No, James," I refuse and push past him.

"Come on, Logan. If not for us then for Camille?"

Defeated, I sigh. "You've been bugging me for the past half hour so I guess I'll go, but can you give me a moment." They all nod immediately and shuffle out of the room.

I pull up a seat next to Camille, and take her hand in mind. "I love you, and don't worry, he'll pay. No one deserves this, especially you. Please wake up soon, I miss you." I kiss her forehead and get up to leave.

(At home)

"Hello? Officer? I need you to find someone for me…"

AN: Short chapter but I didn't have that much time. It was sort of rushed at the end because I wanted to get this up as soon as possible since I was so busy.

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