Chamber Anne Denzien - an eleven-year-old girl with supposed autism and schizophrenia - sat in a large chair. She lived in a small house on a long stretch of beach, far from civilization. Her backyard was a beautiful garden of roses. The roses surrounded willow trees that hung over a large pond. Near the very back of the yard against the high gothic fences was a rock like fountain elevated into a type of waterfall it was small but lovely. From the waterfall it poured down a stream through the bed of roses and into the pond. The pond was deep and from the basement it became a large aquarium. Despite the source of trauma being water, it was her love and it was her relief. The basement was also her room for she preferred it there, that's where she was now. Sitting in one of the two large rocking armchairs in one corner of her large bedroom. The occupant of the other chair was Scallen Maxwell, Chamber's guardian, and psychologist. Young Chamber was his world and his occupation.

Chamber sat staring at her hands, oblivious to anything Scallen had to say. She stared past him her eyes seeming to zone blankly into the outdoor aquarium filled with fish and other water life. She was a thin girl with lovely features. She had shoulder length mahogany hair and hazy green eyes. Her skin a deathly pale color with sharp cheekbones and lanky body for an eleven year old - being 4'9" and only weighing 62 lbs. She wore gray windbreaker pants with elastic waste and ankles and a normal gray shirt. She continued to stare at her hands clasping them together than drawing them apart then clasping them again. Scallen seemed worried he bit his lip and spoke softly to her for the first time since he'd come to sit with her.

"Chamber?" His voice was soft and he watched her intently. He repeated her name hoping to bring her to the surface. It worked. Chamber's hazy green eyes cleared as she looked at him.

"Scallen?" Chamber looked at Scallen - He was a tall man, 5'9" and 145lbs, and had an all-together dusty worn out look. He had faded brown hair and worn out blue gray eyes, and wore blue jeans and a white shirt.

"How are you feeling today, Chamber?"

"I'm feeling better..." Her voice was vacant but her eyes were focused. It was progress. He bit his lip daring to ask the source of her trauma. He hoped he'd be able to help her.

"Chamber...Are you ready to tell me what happened?" The hazy look threatened to consume her again as fear constricted her eyes. Scallen shook his head. "Never mind." Chamber shivered and looked at the waters beyond the glass she looks at him.

"Can we go for a walk on the beach today?" Scallen nodded.

"Yes, that'll be great." He stood taking her hand and led her up the stairs and out of their cozy beach side house. As he walked out he noticed the heavy black clouds rolling over the sky. A storm was coming and a big one at that. Suddenly he saw a man in a white coat walking up. He smiled at Scallen.

"Hello Mr. Maxwell." Chamber walked blankly down the stairs and to the dock that out looked the ocean. Rain began to seep from the over stuffed cloud and rain down on the few who lingered outside. Chamber welcomed it, it comforted her.

Back up at the house with Scallen and the Doctor.

"How's her progress going Scallen? It's been years. We can't fund you anymore if you don't make notable improvements."

"But she's getting better!" Scallen protested... He knew it wouldn't work.

"Scallen - I'm sure she is. The office still wants and needs proof. And I'm sorry to say, but your funding it cut." He reaches into his pocket and draws a gun, shooting Scallen. Scallen cries out, stumbles back and faints. The doctor walks away in the now heavily pouring rain. Chambers silent scream goes unheard as her tormented soul takes in the death...

"No..." She sobs to herself. "He can't be!" Scallen was her only friend; she couldn't lose him, not like her mommy and daddy. She begins running but her foot slips underneath her and she tumbles to the dock. Her head smacks into the wood beam and she hits the water...unconscious.