AN: I don't own anything but the characters I've created. By the way, this takes place a few days after the last chapter.

Camille's POV:

Why was this happening to me? Over some time, I'm guessing days, I have had all these dreams-no- nightmares, each one having me killed by my father. It was torture because I could actually feel the pain.

Eventually they stopped only to occur after every few days. I missed everyone. Carlos' stunts, James' obsession over his looks, Kendall's protectiveness, Jo's support and of course, Logan's sweet, romantic self.

I figured that I wasn't dead but in a coma. From Logan's medical lectures I could kind of figure out that. What even he didn't know was that there was this "in-between". I missed all of their voices and faces. They were the reason that I fought to stay alive. If it wasn't for them, I would be dead someplace. I had to see them once again if only for a few seconds, I at least owed them that much after everything they did for me.

I've had a lot of thinking time these past few days. I didn't have to be afraid for once in my life, it was actually kind of peaceful. I had a lot to think about. My mom, my bother, my father and so much more.

My mom. I had missed her so much these past few years. Every Mother's Day at school after she left were dreadful. I would make a card for her at school so no one would say anything and then throw it out after everyone left the classroom. I don't know if anyone ever found them but if they did, no one said anything.

I have always wondered how my life would have been different if she had not left. I know I wouldn't have been abused but I guess I'm okay with that. If I wasn't abused I would have never met my adoptive parents. If I was never abused then I would've have never met my friends and that thought scares me. I can't blame her for what happened but I miss her, I really do. Whenever I needed advice from a girl or needed to talk to someone who might understand, I was on my own. All those times I was hurt or afraid, I had no one to go to. I missed her, I really did but I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive her if we meet again.

My brother, Ethan. He was sweet, caring, and mischievous like any other boy in this world. He was always so full of energy just like Carlos always was. Maybe, that's why me and the guys became friends so easily. I can't believe that it has been ten years since I last saw him. Not a day went by that I didn't miss him. I wonder where he is now, I hope wherever he is, he's safe. I never regretted the fact that I let him escape before I could. The only thing I hope is that I will be able to meet him once again before I die. When I was abused by my father, he would be the one to calm me down. He was my only reason to live. I knew that if I died, there would be no one to protect him. I couldn't let him be hurt so I stayed and took it all knowing that Ethan was safe.

My father. He had hurt me in every way possible- physically and mentally. He had ruined my life, not letting me forget my past. He made me insecure and ashamed of myself. He made me think that no one could ever love me and let me believe I was all alone in the world. But was it wrong that I didn't hate him? I know he hurt me everyday possible but he was still my father. Before he hurt me, he was an ideal father. He was loving, caring and was always there for me. We shared innumerable laughs and joyous moments together that I will never forget.

Our family was once one that everyone looked at in admiration. My mom was sweet and friendly. My father was funny and kind. My brother, Ethan, was cute and mischievous. That leaves me, the smart, out- spoken daughter of the family. The perfect family in everyone's eyes. Then, my mother left. Our family crumbled and was hidden from the public eye.

I didn't exactly like him but I didn't hate him. He was still my father. He once cared for me and our family and for that I was grateful. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be in this world. If it wasn't for him, I would have never met all my amazing friends. So I really didn't hate him, maybe I even liked him because if it wasn't for him, I would have never met my loved ones.

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