Author's note: I'm sorry that I took so long to publish a new chapter but the summer holidays has just started so no more school. YAY! I actually finished last Friday but yeah, I'm gonna have more spare time to write and update the story. Byeyas my wildflowers!

"Niamh?!" She whips her head around quickly and stands to the sound of my voice. Her mouth gapes open and her eyes slowly widen. I run at her, collecting her into a huge hug like when I was back in Ireland. I remember when I'd rock her to sleep at night, tell her beautiful stories about princesses who ruled their own kingdoms. I would scare away the monsters under the bed, shout boo right back at the ghosts in the wardrobe and I'd protect her from the darkness. Little did she know, her clinging to me with all her might actually helped me too. Her comforting warm hugs would save me from the demons in my nightmares. All those sleepless nights over the sight of Sonny's crashed car would be forgotten in her embrace. Her scent of salty tears and strawberry shampoo calmed me.

When I left, my nightmares returned so I had to find a new saviour. I turned to photography, convinced it would distract me from the darkness of my past. But it didn't. Every picture reminded me of Niamh. Every shot, every snap, every single one. Memories would circle my thoughts, like when she'd borrow my old camera and pretend to be a 'big photo lady like Sam'. She would show them to me and even though they'd mostly be blurry outlines of her feet, I'd feel honoured that she idolized me in such a way. When I'd develop photos for class, she would sit with me and look through them, awe lighting up her beautiful round face.

I look for that same round face in this girl but I can't quite place it. This girl's cheeks aren't full of life and red from constant laughing, but hollow looking. Her skin is paler and face longer. The only resemblance she has to that girl I vaguely remember is her eyes. Those same startling bluey green eyes light up her dark features like I remember. She's grinning widely, but her smile drops when it meets my stony gaze. She pulls away from me and looks down at the ground. I reach for her with a comforting hand but she turns and sits back down. She looks... different. I don't know how, but she does.

Um, I'm just gonna go clean myself up..." Helena excuses herself and rushes to the bathroom. I traipse over to the sofa and flop down next to Amy. "Well, I'm just going to ask the obvious, Niamh, why are you here? In England? I mean-" She rushes out the room sobbing into her hands, confusing me incredibly. I start to go after her but Amy pulls me back by my wrist. "Leave her for a bit..." She gives me a knowing look, signalling for me to sit back down. I escape from her grasp and hurry after Niamh. I know her better than anyone, I know she won't calm down by herself. She likes to be comforted, well she at least used to.

I knock on my bedroom door. The wailing from inside fades into whimpers. I push the door lightly, to reveal  Niamh curled in a ball crying in the corner. I advance cautiously whilst pulling the door shut behind me. Slowly but surely, I get closer and closer to her. I can hear her faint shovelling and it breaks my heart a little. I place my hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her but only to make her flinch and curl up tighter. I notice she's shivering and pull her into a warm hug. I expect rejection so am surprised when she grabs me closer. I lift her frail body and lay her carefully onto my bed. I curl up next to her, stroking her matted hair. We stay there until her soft snoring sends me to sleep in the darkness.