Makeup Glitter & Lies.Chapter 15."Alright AMber, explain to me what happened." The doctor said, writting things down on a piece of paper."I-I dont remember..""Dont remember?""No..nothing.""Really?" He asked.I nodded my head and crossed my legs."Alright, well you deffinatly have some memory loss, and a concussion..""Thats it?" I asked, scratching my head."Yeah. No sports or anything, and maybe stay out of school for a while..""Okay, thank you." My mom said.I hopped off the table and followed her out into the sitting room."Mom?" I asked."Yes?""What ever happened to dad?"Her eyes locked into mine, and she looked cold."He, hes in a better place..""Better place? Did, maybe the accident make me forget..""Amber your father passed away last night, during your attack."I starred at her, then ran."Amber! Amber!" I heard her scream behind me.I didnt listen and I just kept running. I ran and ran and ran."Lookie here Lizzy." I heard a voice say as I passed an alley.Sydney and Lizzy were standing side by side behind me. I didnt look back, because I knew there would be trouble. I kept running to my house. But when I had got there, police surrounded my house."Excuse me, this is my house." I told a police man.He stepped aside, and let me in. It looked ten times worse then before we had left. I let my fingers glide against the holes in the walls, and places where my things should have been. The stairs were broken, and everything was dark. I followed the broken glass all the way up to my room. Between the ripped carpet and curtians, the broken glass from my mirror, the laptop in half, and most of my things gone, I saw Billy sitting in his usual spot."They did it again." I whispered, sitting on my broken bed.He looked at me, and then nodded his head yes."Why?" I asked quietly again.He shrugged, and hopped down. He walked up to me, and pulled me close to him. I felt his arms wrap around behind my back, and I did the same to him. I closed my eyes, and thought. I thought about life, the few friends I had left, the little family I still had, and the small once of hope, I was hanging on to.