Hey Guys! Now I know what you're thinking: KitKat you should be finishing your other stories I mean seriously you can barely update once a week! But this is a school assignment for me and well ya. Also I've got big news meet my new commentators with me Cole and Peter! Say hi guys!

Cole: Are you serious?

Kitkat: yes

Cole: no. No way not at all no.

Kitkat: Peter?

Peter: Hell in way no!

Kitkat: what?

*Peter shakes head and repeats.

Peter: No. Way. In. Hell.

Kitkat: bu-

Peter: That's the guy that-

Cole: You shut your fa-

Kitkat: and that's enough

Cole: I don't even-

Kitkat: WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP! Just read the dang paper!

*Cole and Peter cower in fear

Kitkat: Now.

Cole: Kitkat does not own the Spirit Bear series. Nor is any money being made off of this. Also I sleep with a rubber duck.

Peter: I hope you enjoy this story, and I hope I don't pee in my pants?! Who wrote this?!

Kitkat: I did. I gave you both the choice to say things but you pissed me off.

Peter:...

Cole: Ha you pee in your pants

Peter: At least I don't sleep with a rubber duck!

Kitkat: Boys. Boys, let the readers read the story.

"And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time"

~Libba Bray, The sweet far thing

"I'm going to get you Peter!"

"I'm going to kill you and hurt you till you beg for death!"

"You're nothing to me."

Running, Peter was running. He couldn't help it his legs wouldn't stop and he seemed to just keep running towards the voices. These voices were his worst nightmares, his secret thoughts. The words that makes Peter want to curl into a ball and cover his ears. To block the vile words of hate, torture and even death. But there was nothing he could do except run and run until the voices got the best of him until the words form into one full sentence.

"Run-"

"Before-"

"I-"

"Find-"

"You-"

And then the world goes black.

"Ahhh", screams Peter while he shoots up from his bed.

Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

When Peter finally calms down he surveys the area.

Why in the world am I in a bloody hospital bed?

The hospital room looked like any other: small tv, couch, a window with a great view of the building next store, an opened door that lead to a small bathroom with a toilet, shower and sink, and most of all, machinery that monitored Peters health.

These things have probably been disinfected multiple times.

How did I get here?

Suddenly, images of the past came back to him. Cole shoving him against the wall. Cole hitting him in the face. Cole laughing menacingly. And the repeated hit of the sidewalk.

Ouch Major headache. Wait is Cole here to?!

After a moment of panic Peter, unsuccessfully, tried to move his legs.

Now what? Why can't I move my legs. Breathe man it's probably because you're tired.

Ya right.

Shut up! Oh great now I'm arguing with myself!

At least you don't deny it.

Shut up! I am Not going crazy! I Peter Driscal have never argued with myself and I will not start now!

Taking another glance around Peter realized that his parents weren't in the room.

Well can't expect them to be here.

Peter's parents weren't the warmest people. Affection always happened in front of cameras or in front of big-time money-makers. When left alone with his parents, Peter was like a disregarded dish rag. They never said goodbye before he left for school. Never asked how his day was. They didn't even take him to the store to buy new clothes. The only time they talked to him alone is when they were drunk and tell him how much he ruined their lives. He was just like a pet, affection from the owners in front of cameras and alone in the dark.

I wonder what they're doing now? Wait where's the nurse? Or doctor? Aren't they supposed to be monitoring you when you wake up, like in the movies?

As if on cue a nurse opens the door, that leads to Peter's room, bearing a clipboard and pen.

"Hello", Peter says. The nurse, looking scared, jumps up and turns to look at Peter.

"Hello to you too", the nurse says looking at her clipboard," Peter right?"

"Yes."

"I'm nurse Kali. How are you feeling? It says hear that you had a pretty bad beat-up. An- oh", the nurse trips and papers fly every where from her clipboard. The nurse however falls on her face. As the nurse picks up the papers Peter takes this time to look at her. A woman around her older twenties. Long black hair with a slight curl at the end. Pretty face, small nose, big blue eyes, and a figure that could get her anywhere (hey Peter's fifteen no need to judge).

"So-", the nurse said snapping Peter out of his train of thought," Can you tell me what happened Peter?"

"Isn't that what the cops are supposed to ask", Peter said trying to stay away from the vivid images of what happened.

"You watch too much tv."

"That I do."

"I just need to know so that I can prescribe you with the right type of medication."

"But aren't you a nurse", Peter asked realizing that something suspicious was going on with the nurse. "Aren't nurses not allowed to prescribe medicine to patients?"

The nurse looked so flabbergasted that she took a minute before responding," well you see-" she was quickly interrupted by Peter's parents walking into the room. Upon seeing the nurse Peter's mother jumped into acting mode and almost killed Peter in hugging him.

"Oh Peter! We were so worried! I didn't know if you were going to survive", Peter's mother exclaimed loudly, so loud that Peter felt like he would go deaf.

Ya, right. You're so full of it.

"Eh-hem", the nurse said clearly impatient about current events,"Now, Peter you were-"

"Wait a minute I know you", Peter's dad said there was something in his eyes -recognition-,"Your Rita Skeeter. That reporter."

"I have no idea-''

"I thought we told you no interviews! We wanted to spend time with our son!"

"Oh whatever! I know that your family is fake!"

"Get out!"

"Not until I get what I want!"

"And what is that?"

"An exclusive interview. With Peter, of course."

"Then I want something."

"No."

"Well then get out", Peter's dad said leading out the reporter by the arm.

"Oh fine! What do you want", Rita said, defeated, as she ripped out her arm from the dad.

"You know what I want", Peter's dad whispered through gritted teeth so that his family couldn't hear.

"No. I absolutely refuse to giv-"

"And you will shut your mouth if you want-"

"No."

"Then leave."

"Fine. I'll stop that report."

"Specify Rita I want this documented."

"I, Rita Skeeter, will not publish the story about John Driscal cheating on his wife. Even though it's true", Rita whispered at Peter's dad.

"Good. Honey, let's go", Peter's dad gestured towards his wife," Ms. Skeeter has an interview with Peter."

Before leaving Peter's dad whispered something to Peter.

"Make it good. Or else", and with that Peter's mom and dad left.

"Now then. Let's get started", said Rita smiling like a baboon.

Cole:...

Peter: You know this never really explained much

Kitkat: You gotta start somewhere I mean you can't just start with a bang bang. You gotta do the background and reasoning first.

Peter:...

Kitkat: ok think about it like this then. When making something stand you don't want it to fall. So, the best way to not have something fall you've got to have a strong base. If you don't than it's going to fall. Same with reading if you don't go into the characters background you're bound to have confusion on why things are happening.

Peter: oh

Cole: So I don't get it. Why am I here? I'm not even me- well I am but I make no appearance!

Kitkat: You're here because of your involvement with Peter. I'm hoping you two can work it out behind the scenes.

Peter: Not going to happen.

Cole: Be happy I didn't punch his face already.

Peter: I'd

Kitkat: And we are out of time! Thanks guys for reading! I hope you enjoyed (anyone see the Harry Potter reference?)! If so check out my other stories, favorite me, follow me. And please it would make me feel wonderful, and make my day, if you would leave a review about how you felt about my story. Luv y'all! Kitkat out!