I just bought the latest book and decided to write this before I read it.
I take up the seat which is empty from my sister's long vigil where she just sits and stares at the broken body of Joe Solomon.
I force my eyes to stop looking at my hands and look at him. There are barely any bandages, the burns have healed. But he is still, only the constant beeping off the machines shows there is any life in him.
Tomorrow the halls of the school will be filled with girls and wondering the same question;
Where is she?
People know she left but not everyone, most but not everyone. People who knew Matthew guessed, Tina Walters guessed something entirely different, Macey, Elizabeth and Rebecca read the report like I did.
Now we are waiting, waiting for Joe Solomon to wake up, waiting for Cammie to return back from the mission her father died from, where inevitably she will come back dead or changed for ever into a place which has shifted around her.
The academy looks the same as when went there but we have changes. Rachel doesn't sleep unless being forced to by a needle; her three best friends are shadows of their former selves and Joe Solomon hasn't woken up. People call this depression we just say we've lost her.
I should hate Joe for sending Cammie on a death trip, he should have just let he live in the present not the past, but I don't. I should blame her for leaving us in this way, broken and bitter.
No I blame myself. For letting her look up to me and telling her all the story's about Matthew for letting her believe she could succeed at this, Joe Solomon didn't lead her on this death trip.
I did.
Spies wait most of their lives, but sometimes waiting isn't good enough
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