The Stolen and The Gone

Six

Hey all! I knooow I haven't been updating lately but I've been really busy studying and doing art projects (that's not a valid excuse, I know) but I think you all will enjoy this chapter if you love road trips at night as much as I do!

There will be brand new characters entering this book in the next one or two chapters with all new personalities. There are so many surprises that I am just DYING to spoil but I guess that wouldn't make this a good book, right? And for those who wanted some romance, there will be so much more of that later.

Please stay with me, I know I've been delaying for like seven chapters, but it'll start to get seriously interesting I swear.

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Cam screamed.

She was falling again, rushing downward in a mess of hair and clothes and bloody fingers and feet. They did not hurt, she only saw the blood, as if she was numb to physical pain. She felt panick as she tumbled down to the rocky earth beneath her to her certain death.

As she was falling, the last thing she saw flashing before her eyes like a memory, only not her memory, was the image of a dark headed boy standing with his hands in his pockets and leaning over a railing of a bridge. He was talking to a man, and when he spoke, somehow but surely she knew it was Piers's words but not his voice.

"What do I do now?" He had said. "When she is gone, I have nothing left. My Camy, my sister. She's not going to accept that I left."

"Young man," Cam heard the man's voice in her ears, and it did not sound familiar. A rough whisper between gritted teeth. "You are not rethinking this, are you? Because if you are, if you go back there is no hope for you or for her. It is better for you if you stay."

Cam heard the sadness and felt the weight being pushed on Piers as he spoke. "I wish to go back. But I do not wish to."

"Your heart says you must, but your mind says no?" Said the whisper, less rough now. "I know the feeling. Do you not think any of us have not endured it before? Do you think you are the only one? This has happened countless times, this is the way it is. You cannot do anything to change it, or it will turn out bad for you."

"I know. My only hope now is that she is grieving me properly, for it is as if I grieve her as well."

That was when Cameron screamed for him, reached for him, saying that she was grieving, asking him what was going on, but he did not answer, the image not wavering above her head and she slipped and fell and screamed.

"Is she woken up yet?"

"No."

"Jessica! We cannot possibly waste more time. We are almost there."

Cam heard Jessica sigh and nudge her on her shoulder. Cam moaned and her hand shot to the side of her head. It was aching horribly, and when she opened her eyes Jess was staring at her with large, worried green ones.

"She's awake, Arlo," Jess said, still looking at Cam as she spoke to the man in front of them. They were driving, Arlo at the steering wheel and Cam stretched out at the back with Jess sitting beside her.

Her head was wrapped in something and she moaned again.

"Good, now sit her up."

"She will get dizzy and then fall back again. Let her take her own time, Arlo. She's not like us."