Awake

Right, this is my newest fanfic which I just thought of just now and felt compelled to write it down. I hope you like it! R&R

Ronnie POV

Chapter 1: One Year On

One year. That's how long it had been. One year since my darling Danielle had been hit by an oncoming car. It was hard just being back here, in Walford, after all I had been through. I had needed to break away, escape from it all, escape from everything and everyone. And I did.

Ibiza. That had been my escape route. My only thinkable escape route at the time. Tears bucketing down my cheeks as if my eyes were rain clouds and my tears were the rain, I packed my bags and ran, ran for Ibiza. It had been about twenty minutes after Danielle had been hit and I couldn't stand to watch her, to grieve for her, to be anywhere near Albert Square itself.

I had left for a chance of freedom. A chance of abandoning my guilt and agony in Walford and starting afresh in Ibiza. New friends, new work, new everything; that's what I hoped was on the cards for this time in Ibiza. Of course, I was aware it was going to be very different from last time. I was older, more sophisticated, there was certainly going to be no all night partying and one night stands as there had been last time. We were young and foolish, Roxy especially. But like I said, there were no plans for anything like that this time. This was strictly an escape, a new life.

But somehow, a year later, I was drawn back to here, to the occasional hell hole that is Walford, Albert Square If you want to be more precise. Maybe guilt had got the better of me, maybe it was because Ibiza hadn't lived up to its expectations. Maybe it was because of Danielle. Ha! Who am I kidding? It was because of Danielle, of course it was. Truthfully, I couldn't get her blood covered, battered face out of my head. I couldn't get the aching pain of guilt and worry out of my heart. It seemed the emotion had been lodged there for all eternity. And also, I was unable to think of anything else. I was unable to enjoy myself back in Ibiza. I had been alone there. My injured heart had been forbidding me to socialize with anyone and had been forcing me into a consistent bad mood. And so I returned.

Now, through the tears which were once again trickling down my blushed cheeks, I gazed down at my daughter, my Danielle. The daughter I had accused of being insane, the daughter I hadn't believed, the daughter who, once I had accepted her, had been forced into a life threatening situation. I should have been grateful at the time. In fact, I should still be grateful now. At least she was still breathing, at least she still provided a glimpse of life inside of her. A year ago I should have been there for her. A year ago I should have been doing what I'm doing now, sitting at her bedside, my fingers gently wrapped around her almost very cold, pale hand, watching her small, fragile face lay there, seemingly lifeless. However, a year ago, I hadn't been doing this. I had been in Ibiza. I hate that place now. It just makes me feel so guilty, so terrible for leaving her here all alone. Especially since the time when I left was so damn crucial. Idiot...what an idiot I had been in the past.

Still watching her unstirred face, I contemplated the situation. It was hard to believe that, even after a whole year, Danielle still lay there, in her coma, no one knowing if she was almost at death's door or if she was going to make a miraculous recovery. That was the thing; she could wake at any minute...but she could also die at any minute. I shivered, not wanting to think of my daughter so close to death. What would she be thinking of? Could she hear me? Would she-

My thoughts were interrupted as I felt the hand that was hidden deep in the palm of my hand stir suddenly. I shrieked, not knowing what to do or what to expect.

"Danielle?!" my voice was exasperated yet still hushed as I was used to being unbelievably quiet during time in the hospital. Again, her hand stirred and, with a twitch of the head, an eye flickered. I watched as just after one flicker of the left eye, the right eye also flickered. It was then that I saw her sweet, frightened eyes gaze up at me. My heart was pounding and I felt as though I would collapse in shock at any moment. Through my sudden confusion, there was only two words I could utter.

"She's awake!"

Well that was my sudden storyline idea. I'm not sure if I should continue or not but I'll see what people think through the reviews so, if you liked it, just review! Thanks for reading anyway!

Georgina =)