Elmira Adult Rehabilitation Center, the four words were still very clearly written in your mind even when your eyes were closed; there was no way to forget. A year... Maybe a little more or less, you lost count after a while and at certain times you preferred to act as if it could suddenly slip from your memory. You wanted, you wished, for this to happen.

But, no, it wouldn't happen, unless you begged Cate to make you forget everything — she was good at that, wasn't she? She'd trained a lot, even on you before. A huff of discontent escaped you as you tossed and turned in bed, everything about your life crashing down on you at once since one hell had been replaced by another — if you had known that your life at university would be like this, you would have simply used the ouija board to ask for a comfortable place in the spiritual plane.

Your only luck was making sure you weren't insane — yet — but if you kept seeing Sam around staring at you like you were a ghost, maybe your sanity would decide to leave. Suddenly he was so cool, wasn't he? So popular, like you weren't the only person he knew outside of The Woods a year ago; the worst part was how it upset you, but made you feel so stupid for even caring about it at the same time.

Meanwhile, frustration was consuming you... As much as you might feel some kind of resentment towards Cate or him, deep down, you knew it went much further. Manipulation, pure and simple, they were pawns, you too, and the part about turning against each other had already happened, now there were only bodies left to bury in the cemetery of memories. This was far from over, and you didn't want to think about everything that could happen until this collective madness was over — and if it was, you just hoped the winning side wouldn't be "Make Supes Great Again."

Emma told you to cool off — with drugs or booze, whatever it took, you ignored that part — and left the dorm. God-U was your dream one day, to climb the rankings, to go to the Seven... What a shitty future. It only took you a year to lose two friends, be seen as a criminal, and then talk about it on national television as if nothing had happened. Your thoughts were spinning, your heart racing, over and over.

But, then, your thoughts stopped. Because you thought better of it and realized you were starting to get paranoid? No, you just noticed Sam... Looking at you in the same creepy way that only he knew how to do, it just didn't scare you because that was his resting face. “Are you really going to ignore me everywhere?” He said, loud enough for you — and others — to hear as you passed by him. It wasn't a good day, but there was no bad day that couldn't get worse.

“I'm not ignoring you, I'm setting boundaries.” You could give a list of reasons to ignore him, but you wouldn't do it in a place where it would definitely become a bigger topic than it actually was. This shit wasn't worth it, he wasn't worth it, not anymore. “And when I say I'm setting boundaries, it's because I don't want to talk to you.”

Sam felt it, of course he felt it, it was already visible that the little control Cate made him have was already going away and you could see it just in the way he blinked his eyes. “Why?” He took a step forward, only for you to step back and break his control even more. “Let's apologize... Forget the... Past.”

You laughed in his face, he might have been confused, but you couldn't believe that he really didn't remember the weight of the things he said to you the last time you saw each other before you spent twelve months locked up in Elmira. Did he really think that apologizing and acting like nothing had happened would change anything? Yeah, he was just like everyone else.