"You can't trust them-" "No YOU can't trust them."

She'd dealt with it before- everyday in fact. The words were thrown around as much as the beer bottles. But no one could know. She told people she was clumsy, that she did kickboxing... anything to hide the truth that only her dad and best friend knew about. Until she landed in hospital, and four people made it their mission to make her as safe as possible.

What do you do when there's no hope? When your mum is battling cancer, but her sword breaks beyond repair? What do you do when you feel alone? When everything you've ever held onto starts crumbling beneath you? What do you do when your family snaps? When all you do is cry, not eat, not sleep and hardly breathe? There is nothing. Emily was suffocating. And it wasn't getting any easier. Four doctors. One best friend. Not even they could stop her from drowning. They had the last time, and the time before, but this time it was different. She asked herself these questions so much, but pushed the most important to the back of her head. What do you do when you know you're dying?

"Why do you always stay with me?" "I like it when we're together"

"It hurts" "I'm not going to hurt you"

"Don't fucking touch her!" "You're never going to let her grow up and take it, will you?"

~sequel to doubled~ "I went from having a twin and a full- happy family to having fucking no one." "Who said you didn't have me?"

Calum had always dreamt of the perfect family. Unfortunately, dreams often don't come true.