Author's note: So far, so good on the whole Sunday update side of things. :D

"High school musical, who says we have to let it go? It's the best part we've ever known!" Me and Niamh sing, dancing our arms around. The last song of the trilogy was always her favourite- mine is still "Stick To The Status Quo". Something about Zeke and his crème brûlée makes me smile every time. Amy fell asleep at some point during the second movie and we didn't bother to wake her up- she wasn't really much of a Wildcat to begin with. As the last of the drums die down, Niamh stretches up with a kitten yawn.

"Ahh, that was amazing Sam, thanks!" She squeezes me tightly around the stomach and heads towards the bathroom. I throw a blanket over Amy, laughing slightly at her sleep talking. The smallest strand of hair is waving about as she breathes heavily. I stumble off and eventually find myself in my bedroom. I flop on the bed with a grunt, crawling into a little ball. A few minutes later I hear someone come into the room.

"Niamh?" They don't answer but just slide under the covers. I feel them shiver and mutter something in Irish, definitely Niamh- I don't know anyone else who can speak the language.  I turn over quietly and fiddle with the edge of my top. Right now, I don't feel like sleeping- my mind is too awake. All this stress over Charlotte, Niamh, Tom and Helena has me bent over backwards in worry. Eventually, at just gone midnight, the glowing numbers on my alarm clock fade as my eyes shut. Enter the world of dreams...

Four doors are before me- one steel, another wood and the last two are made of a shiny, glossy material similar to a mirror. I have no idea where I am apart from that it's cold, damp and dark. The metal door swings open to reveal a certain blonde haired individual grinning at me. Around her waist is a faintly muscular arm but I can't see who it belongs to since they are stood in the shadows. She breaks eye contact with me to whisper with them. I catch the end of a few words but in my incoherent mind, I can't string them together to understand what she's on about. Eventually, the blonde coaxes out the mysterious person, smirking at me. I start at their feet and my eyes work their way up their body. Jeans, black lion t-shirt, all the way up to their electric blue hair. Tom. He pulls her in tighter and snuggles against her neck, kissing her prominant collar bones. Right in the heart. Ouch.

Before anymore of my soul can be crushed, the two silvery doors bust open. Behind each is one of my parents. Mum is holding onto the hand of a small boy of seven, scowling at him. The little guy is wearing a princess dress and has a wand in his other fist. He looks at me teary-eyed as my mother tears away the beautiful outfit and tosses it at me. The sequined fabric flutters onto my lap. In the other doorway, Dad is sitting down in a rocking chair, cradling a book in his arms. His face is more wrinkled as if years of sadness have carved away at him. A single tear rolls down his puckered face and lands gently on the pages with a small splash. The sorrow radiating off him feels like a rock has sunk to the bottom of my stomach.

Finally, the third door unlocks to show a scene that brings a gasp from deep within. Niamh, struggling under the heel of another girl, is writhing on the floor. She kicks up but the girl just brings a baseball bat down on her face with a loud crunch. I see her blink back tears as the blood drips down her face. She looks over to me with a deathly gaze in her eyes, "Help me..."

All of a sudden, all four doors slam shut in unison. I am left in darkness with only the four scenes replaying in my mind. "You aren't as happy as you think, Samantha."