Chapter 1:

Cammie's P.O.V:

I was getting weak. My body ached with every breath I took. My feet bounced against the asphalt and my pulse quickened as I saw the Gallagher Academy up ahead. It was January or was it February? Okay so I was about uhh five and a half-six and a- half months late. Hey! I was side tracked.

I felt faint as I was nearing the secret passageway into the Academy. My stomach was screaming in pain from the gunshot wound I got about twenty minutes ago. Blood crept through my shirt and I was starting to see double.

Stay calm Cammie

I took a deep breath and started to put more pressure on my wound as I stumbled into somewhere in the Academy. I came face-to-face to the familiar grand oak doors that lead to the Dining Hall. I weakly opened the doors feeling that I was going to fly open with them. My white T-shirt has turned into a deep red color and my camo jeans are badly ripped and very bloody. I had bruises and scratches everywhere. My hair hung limply by my face all in all I looked well dead. Forks dropped, heads popped, mouths dropped, and shocked faces were plastered on everybody's faces. I felt ditzy and heavy. My body started sagging to the side and before I knew it I feel not only to the ground facing my own pool of blood, but into complete darkness. The last thing I heard was a scream.

Chapter 2:

Cammie's P.O.V:

I tried opening my eyes, but they wouldn't budge. I couldn't even move my body. At least I could hear. I listened carefully to my surroundings. I heard careful chocks of sobs mixed with snoring sounds. I could feel somebody holding my hand, somebody familiar. I could feel their soft hair on my hands they were probably sleeping. The scariest thing that I felt was that it feels that I have lived something like this in my past.

Suddenly my mind raced to a scene. A- a truly brutal and gruesome scene. There was a girl that- that looked like me? It looked like she was sleeping or unconscious. Slowly she woke up and a lady with red hair and piercing familiar eyes walked in. The only difference was that her eyes weren't warm and welcoming. She had dark and cold eyes an evil look to her. The girl (that might be me) had whips, knifes, gun, anything for defense slashed at her. It was like living hell. Then she passed out like what I did in the Grand Hall. More and more scenes flooded my mind and I started feeling scared. Nervous. Weak. Helpless. I could feel my heart rate go up. I couldn't get myself out of the thought. It was like I was mesmerized by it. I heard something in the background. It was a bunch of beeping sounds? I started feeling sick and in a way relieved. Is that even possible? Then it was like I was in a different world. There was no pain or suffering. I was wearing a white silky dress. The ends of the dress danced in the air. I was in a grassy field and I was running and brushing my fingers against the bright flowers. I felt happy? I was laughing and twirling around in the grass. Life felt good, or was this… death?

I was having the time of my life until I felt an electric shock. Shock after shock slowly I was removed from my fantasy life and I was back into my stiff position. I no longer felt free, but prisoned. Prisoned in pain.

Chapter 3:

Zach's P.O.V:

Another month has passed, a month without Cammie. The Circle sent us literally hundreds of torture recording of Cammie, and then we didn't get any. It was like she was off the radar at the Academy. We all thought she escaped. Everyday, every single day we would wait for somebody to open the doors to the Academy… somebody who is Cammie. The boys at Blackthorne have been transferred here to Gallagher and the students who were part of the Circle are currently in the C.I.A jail cells awaiting C.I.A trials. We never gave up hope until… never mind that. Everybody is depressed Grant (Cammie's brother and my best friend) hasn't ate as much as he used to and doesn't joke around as much. Bex has lost herself. She doesn't know what to do with her life anymore. Lizzie isn't hacking or doing extra credit along with Jonas. Macey has lost her fashionista sense. She wears the same clothes for days and her hair has lost her usual shine. No news from Preston so I have no idea about him either. Then, then there's me. Sometimes I feel lost or in a trance. As if I'm in my own world. I get angry about everything and I haven't slept in forever. Don't even get me started with Ms. Morgan or Mr. Solomon. Joe literally was fuming when he found out what Cammie did when he woke up.

We were eating in the Dining Hall. For a change, it actually felt normal, but all that changed. Somebody opened the door and suddenly everybody gasped. Cammie walked in or should I say dragged herself in. Blood covered her everywhere and she looked pale, very pale. Her hair hung limply and she had an open wound. Nobody spoke. They were in complete shock. Then she passed out into her own pool of blood. Liz screamed along with some teachers gasping. As if everybody all of the sudden woke up from their daze. I ran up with Grant and picked her up gently. The rest of the gang and co. came. Nobody said a peep as we ran into the infirmary. She was put in immediate surgery. After about three hours she was taken out… but put into a coma. I sat next to her on one side as Grant stood on the other side along with Ms. Morgan, Abby, and Joe. The rest of the gang were in the seats by the end of the bed. I grabbed her hand and looked at her scratched and bruised face. After awhile we started having small talk that didn't exactly last long. Soon we all closed our eyes and fell asleep.

My internal clock told me it was 1:57 a.m. when I woke up along with everybody else. Cammie's heart monitor started going ballistic. I was getting scared, which isn't good for a spy. Then it stopped with a long beep. The girls screamed. Liz buried her face into Jonas's and wrapped her arms around him. Bex did the same for Grant and he cried just as hard as Bex, as he kissed Cammie's cold forehead. Abby and Joe were crying so hard that they looked like they were going to choke. Macey was with Ms. Morgan. They grew a really good mother daughter bond since Cammie has been gone. How was I feeling? Numb. Tears cascaded down my cheeks and fell on the bare tile ground.

"Cammie! Cammie don't leave me again!" I gripped to her hand tightly, afraid that I would loose her. Tears brimmed my eyes. Nobody would let go of Cammie. Soon doctors and nurses bombarded the room and ushered us out.

"No! Cammie! Let me see her! Let go!" Everybody chorused the phrases. I actually almost pushed down a nurse. Soon they tried to bring her heart back and eventually did. They sobs broke down to hiccups as they doctors put her under stable condition. I walked in to see her under more monitors. Fifteen minutes after the incident we heard coughing. Everybody ran by her side.

"Where am I?" She croaked.

A/N: Hey mates! Yea I have a new story! But when I have an idea I will write it down! Hope you liked this so far! Tell me how you feel in the review!