"What the hell happened?" Rita gives me a cold flannel to put on my head while the other girls stand around and stare at me as I lay lazily on the couch. Everything feels a little fuzzy, I could barely walk when Gabi helped me up. I can't wrap my head around that.

"She slipped on the wet floor," She says as she wipes the blood from my face. "It's my fault I didn't dry it properly, she whacked her head on the counter on the way down." I can't decipher the look on her face, I'm certain she's pretending to be nice, but something seems off.

"Okay, we should call an ambulance, Michelle."

"No, I'm fine it's just a bump." I try to sit up, but the girls hold me down. So, I stop fighting the exhaustion that's eating me up.

"You're bleeding, you need a doctor." I start to fall asleep, but Rita shakes me awake, "You can't sleep you might have a concussion."

"Why?" I ask. Things keep slipping from my mind.

"You hit your head! Okay, she's concussed."

I open my eyes and straight ahead of me I see two paths, standing on the right is Greg, in the distance behind me I see his mansion. Standing on the left I see the Adams-Fosters, smiling at me, holding each other close. Then I look back to Greg, he doesn't look happy, he looks mad.

As I'm about to take a step towards my family, the paths crumble away and disappear. The darkness turns to bright white, and I'm in an ambulance with Stef holding my hand. I blackout again and see flashing images of the same two paths, I back further away but it's out of my control. Greg isn't looking at me, but he still looks angry, the Adams-Fosters stop smiling and instead they start shouting at me to come back, but they can't move to come and get me, then I wake up in a hospital.

"I think she's coming around," Stef says. Lena's here too. "Gracie, are you alright?"

"What happened?" I touch my head; it's wrapped in a bandage. Then I remember what Gabi did.

"You slipped in the kitchen at Girls United."

"Oh no, the group meeting. They're supposed to vote on whether or not I get privileges to see you guys!"

"Gracie, it's okay, we're here." Stef strokes my face.

"What about the others? Are they here?" I look to my right and see my brothers and sisters out in the hall waving at me. "Can they come in?"

"The nurse said two visitors at a time. Can you remember anything? You were repeating yourself in the ambulance."

"I remember falling, and I remember being on the couch, and I remember a little from the ambulance. When did you get there?"

"Rita called me as soon as it happened, are you sure you fell?" Lena asks.

"Phone call for Gracie Adams-Foster?" A nurse comes in. "It's a girl from your group home." She hands me the phone and leaves.

"We'll give you a second," Lena says. They follow the nurse out.

"Hello?" I'm expecting to hear Kiara's voice.

"Gracie?" The gravelly voice is unmistakable. It's Gabi. "Listen, I'm sorry, I just meant to scare I wasn't trying to hurt you, not that bad."

"Why do you hate me so much? It's been years since you saw me."

"Honestly, I was jealous of you. You went through so much crap, but you kept a brave face, and it made me mad. I'm sorry, it was wrong and cruel."

"Okay." I don't know what else to say.

"Okay? Do you forgive me? Because I promise, it stops now."

"I forgive you, but it doesn't make us friends." I hang up. Maybe she deserves a chance at becoming a better person, that's what Girls United is for.

My throat becomes thick, and I can't make it to the bathroom or a trash can, I throw my self over the side of the bed and vomit all over the floor. Stef and Lena come rushing back in with the nurse. I feel dizzy and disoriented again. I black out one more time and the paths appear again, longer this time. Greg is facing away from me, walking to his house, shaking his head, his fists clenched. My family walks towards me, they're speed increases, they're faces convey a mixture of fear and hope. But they get even faster, and now they look worried. They're trying to save me. I turn around and look down, the ground beneath me stops only a few centimeters in front of my feet. If I take one step, I'm dead. Then I feel hands grasping around me and I fall back to the ground. My family caught me.