Here's the next chapter! And I'm such a douche because I took forever to upload this. I had a lot of crap to do this week. What a bullshit excuse, right?

Don't like the way I wrote this, but better than nothing. Anyways, I don't know this might be the last chapter depending on the reviews.

Go get some food or something. Hope you enjoy this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Faking it or any of the characters in the show.

I mentally shot myself about a hundred times already. For being an idiot.

I still could not believe I had left the knife under the bed. Like really, dumbass?

I shook my head, looking up from the pancakes to look at Karma. She had a smile on her face while looking at her phone, so she was probably texting Liam or something.

I hadn't told Karma yet, that my mother had found the knife.

The only reason I didn't want to say anything was because I knew the way Karma was going to react. She probably wouldn't even care that my mother had found the knife, she'd be freaking out that I had started up again.

That little thought made me hesitate to tell her. I really didn't want to ruin her smile.

And I really didn't need her to yell at me either, especially since my mother was probably going to yell when I got home.

Which by the way, I really didn't want to go back. But I could tell Karma was getting suspicious of the fact that I hadn't gone home once in the past couple of days.

I knew I was going to have to go back eventually. I just wanted to tell Karma first.

"Amy?"

I looked up, startled by her voice. I realized she had asked me a question. "Oh, sorry. Could you repeat that?"

"I asked if you were okay?" Karma frowned at me. "You haven't ate anything off your plate."

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just kind of have a stomach ache." I lied.

She looked at me. "Really, Amy? You know, we've been best friends since kindergarten, I can tell when you're lying. What's bothering you?"

I sighed. I needed to tell her already. "My mom found a knife."

Her eyes widened. "What do you mean she found a knife?"

"She found a knife under my bed. I'm assuming she's figured out what I've been using it for."

"What knife? I thought you had stopped."

"I did stop." I lied again, even though she knew that I was lying.

"Again I know when you're lying."

"I know."

"I can't believe it." She whispered. She shook her head. "What'd you write to her?"

"I wrote hi."

"Did she write back?"

"Well, she put an R. I have no idea what that means, though." I said. "It might be like her first initial." I added as an afterthought.

"That's all she wrote? You'd think she'd write more."

"Well, I think she was going to, but I told her not to write back."

Karma stared at me. "Why would you do that?"

"Well, my mother is probably going to check my arms, so I didn't really need any more scars to hide from her." I explained.

"You could have just asked for her to meet you somewhere. That would have gotten rid of the scars before your mother saw them."

I ran a hand through my hair. "Okay, well obviously, I didn't think of that. I was half asleep, and I'm an idiot."

She turned to me. "What are you going to say to your mom about the knife?"

"Oh crap, I forgot about that." I contemplated several options, but none of them really seem convincing enough. "I have no idea."

"Just say that I used it."

"For what?"

"To cut, obviously."

"She wouldn't fall for that, she knows you would never do something like that."

"She thinks you would never do something like that, yet you have done it." Karma said. "What's the difference?"

"No I'm not going to say that." I shook my head. "I'll just say I was cutting a box open or something, and accidently cut myself."

"You sure she's going to believe that?"

"Hopefully she'll just accept it." I shrugged.

We were going to get more pizza at the place we had gone to the day before.

I got done getting ready before Karma, which isn't really surprising to me since she usually takes forever anyways.

I went back down the stairs, straight to the fridge. And since I didn't even touch the pancakes from earlier, I was hungrier than usual.

But everything in the fridge didn't look too appealing to me. There was literally herbs everywhere.

The only thing I would consider eating were the brownies sitting on the plate on the counter. They looked normal enough to me, but you just never knew with Karma's parents. My stomach grumbled, urging me to eat one.

My stomach ended up winning that battle.

I took one of the plate, taking a small bite of it. After making sure it didn't taste weird, I munched down on the rest of the brownie.

I was done with the first one when I sat down on the couch, with another in my hand.

And that's when I started feeling super weird.

I stared at the clock. It was barely going to be two in like two minutes.

But it felt like time was going a little too slow, and Karma was taking ten years to finish getting ready. I glanced back at the clock.

It had just turned two.

What the hell?

Why was time going so slow? And why did it feel like Karma was taking forever?

This was weird.

And then I started getting paranoid at the thought of my mother marching over here to Karma's house insisting to see my arms.

"Amy..." I looked to my right to where I heard the voice come from. A voice that sounded ridiculously like Karma. Which was weird considering she was upstairs.

"Shit..." Was I getting possessed or something?

That obviously wasn't possible since ghosts or demons weren't real. I think...

Shit.

Oh god...

I leaped off the couch, going up the stairs to Karma's room as fast as I could.

"Karma!" I called out, as I got closer to her room.

"What's wrong-" Her eyes widened when she saw the other brownie in my hand. "Oh my god, Amy, please tell me you didn't eat one?"

I stared, her face going in and out of focus. "Uh, I didn't eat one."

"Yes you did!" She yelled.

"Why are you yelling?" I asked. "And yeah I did eat one, but you told me to tell you I didn't eat one so..."

"This is bad." She groaned.

"What's bad?"

"You're high!"

"No I'm not. You're high for thinking that I'm high." I denied. I looked at the other brownie in my hand barely realizing it was still there. "I'm hungry."

She walked over to me, snatching the brownie out of my hand. "Don't eat another one."

"Why? You don't have any other food in the fridge."

"You could have asked me, and I could have made you something to eat."

"But you were getting ready." I pointed out. "You take long enough as it is." I paused. "Hey, do you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"That ringing sound."

"What ringing sound?"

"You don't hear that?" I frowned, listening intently. I could still hear it.

She shook her head. "No I don't hear that, Amy. You're high right now. You need to sleep or something."

"Why do you keep saying that? And I don't need sleep, I need food."

She shrugged. "Um, I don't know? Maybe because you are?" She said, sarcastically.

"Your sarcasm isn't appreciated." My stomach grumbled, louder than before. "Can we please go get food?"

"Is that a person?" I asked, as we walked closer to the shop. "Oh, wait never mind, that's a mailbox right?"

"Yeah, Amy that's a mailbox." Shane smirked, as he guided me toward the pizza place. Karma had called him, asking him if he wanted to come with us. And she also said she was going to need help with something. Although she wouldn't tell me what she need help with.

"Can we get pepperoni?" I asked, as soon as the smell hit me.

Shane nodded, pulling me away from our usual booth, leading me to the opposite way. "C'mere, I want you to meet someone."

"Okay, I'll say hi, but only if you get me the pizza." My arms started feeling weird.

"Don't worry I will." He sat me down right next to two girls. They looked awfully familiar, especially the girl with the purple hair. "Amy, this is Reagan. Reagan this is Amy."

I felt happiness flow through me as I smiled at her. "Hi."

She flashed me a smile of her own. "Hey."

Shane reached out, grabbing the sleeves of my long sleeve shirt, rolling them up. I looked at him. "Thanks? I guess. You know, I didn't really need help with that."

He rolled his eyes. "No, Amy, look at your arms."

I looked at them. And I didn't see anything wrong with them. The skin was just clear. I shrugged. "What about them?"

"You don't see it?" He asked.

"No, I don't see anything."

"Oh just fucking tell her Shane, she's high right now, she'll never get it." Karma said, from behind me.

"Get what?"

"Wait you're high right now?" The girl with the brown hair asked.

"Yeah she is."

"Rea, I like her already." She said to the purple haired girl.

"Okay, wait." I held up a hand. "What the hell am I supposed to get?"

"Your scars are gone."

"But they only disappear when you meet your..." I let my sentence fade away as I looked at the girl Reagan.

Wait...

"So you are say that she's-"

"Yep." Shane confirmed.

I nodded. "Oh, okay now I get it."

This was sooo weird. Bet you guys think I was high when I wrote this. Haha... [insert nervous laugh].

And did anyone else read that one leaked script thing? If it's real I'm gonna be pissed off.