BECK'S POV

I resentfully lie awake. My head is swirling with nagging thoughts. I'm just not sure who to confide in about…

Never mind, it's too embarrassing.

So far, at my two months at Frobisher in Anubis, I've made few friends. I thought I'd at least find someone else who is into sports or have something in common with me, but all the Anubis residents are secretive and into ancient Egypt. They've all seemed depressed and distant; it was nearly impossible to strike a conversation with one of them. Of course, I now understand why they were secretive. Amber told me about what has happened to Eddie and Patricia, and I just can't imagine what they've been through together. I know if I had a girlfriend… I know I'd feel exactly the same way.

I'm hoping that someone might finally just sit down and chat about the latest football stats, or let me in on their secrets so I don't feel so alone constantly. I truly just want someone to confide in. I felt I wasn't fitting in, but now I'm part of the pack. Don't I deserve a friend?

I try to sleep again. My mind is flooded with images, and I can't push them aside. I haven't slept at all yet. I check my phone: 3:25. How have I stayed awake all this time? I'm exhausted, but I just can't seem to get… it… out of my mind. I am reminded of my life before Frobisher with all the memories swirling in my mind. I am reminded of Lacey.

Lacey. Just thinking the name brings tears to my eyes.

I imagine her smooth, white hands gracing my tear-stained cheeks. I remember how she spoke, in the calm, soothing voice that sounded of a chorus of angels. She assured me everything would be ok, that I would continue. But she didn't, and it angers me.

Tears roll down my cheeks and I'm silently sobbing into my pillow. I feel a hand gently touch my back, and it feels so familiar.

"L-lacey?" I stutter through choked tears. I turn to see her again, but I am greeted by Amber instead.

"Oh, Amber," I say.

"Ok, no one's ever been depressed to see me," she jokes. "What's up with you? And… and who… who's Lacey?"

Instead of answering, I throw my head back into my pillow and cry harder. "Lacey…" I mumble.

"Beck?" Amber says worriedly. "Beck, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," I lie. "I just… haven't slept at all yet, that's all."

"But you were mumbling about someone called Lacey," she recalls. I put my hand to my face. Doesn't she see I don't want to talk? But I guess if there were anyone I would want to tell, it would be her. But do I want to tell?

"I don't know what you're talking about," I lie again. "I did fall asleep for a little… I had a bad dream…"

Amber gazes at me concernedly. I know she is about to ask what is about, so I turn my back towards her, signaling I don't want to talk. I believe she receives the message, because she silently crawls back into her bag and drifts to sleep, her back facing me. As I drift to sleep, tears begin to swiftly roll down my cheeks, a puddle forming on my pillow.

I miss you, Lacey.