Blame

Didn't take long, for me to lose the trust, and these four walls came down around us -Miley Cyrus

She heard Chad call her name, but Sonny wasn't turning around. She was running; to where she didn't know; but she had to run. She had to try anything to get away from this suffocating feeling in her chest. Crystal tears were falling in streams down her face and her breaths were coming in short puffs. Her chest hurt with every step, but she didn't care. The only thing she wanted right now was to feel nothing, nothing at all ever again.

Suddenly her vision cleared and she froze. Before her was the clearing, the clearing where Chad had taken her to have the picnic on their first date. She could see the scene now, as if it were a film playing just for her. Chad threw a grape at her, laughing, and then she'd jumped on him. That's when they'd had their first kiss. Sonny shut her eyes in panic. But the images wouldn't leave her alone, they burned in her mind. It was all a lie a voice whispered, and anger flared up inside her. She made contact with the nearest tree, crying out as she busted one of her knuckles. Her legs then gave a hefty shake, giving up on holding her. She clattered to the ground, shuddering. Curling up in a ball, she let the tears fall like a river. Like a river that she hoped would flush away all the pieces of her broken heart.

**

"Oh my..." The words slipped from Tawny's mouth in a whisper. She stood above Sonny, who wasn't looking so good. She was curled up on the grassy floor of the clearing, eyes closed. Though she appeared to be sleeping, it didn't look very peaceful. Her mouth was slightly parted, pale lips trembling as she pulled in small amounts of air. She held her chest tightly, probably trying to hold down the periodical convulsions that shook her. Her right hand was covered in blood, mixed with dirt. Sonny's face was covered in tear stains, even still some tears leaked out. Her hair was in a mess behind her, and the ends were damp.

Tawny silently picked up Sonny's phone and dialed Marshall's number; he picked up on the first ring.

"Hello?"

"I found her." Tawni stated, her voice a little shaky.

"Well? Why isn't she here?" he said, annoyed at Tawni's description.

"Ummm… She's taking personal day," Tawni half lied.

The producer exploded. "She can't take a personal day! We are a LIVE show! You can't just go around taking personal days! Get her on the pho—"

"She is unable to come in today Marshall, you're going to have to find a replacement," Tawny cut him off, pressing the 'end' button on Sonny's phone. She then knelt down onto her knees, and reached for Sonny's shoulder. "Sonny?" She whispered, shaking her shoulder gently. She didn't move. "Sonny." She said again, giving her shoulder a sharper shake. Still nothing. "Alright then," Tawny muttered. She dug her arms underneath Sonny's convulsing torso and lifted. She moved maybe an inch off the ground before Tawni had to put her back down, she definitely couldn't lift her on her own. Pulling out Sonny's phone again, Tawni resorted to calling for help. She scrolled down the contacts, looking for someone to call. Chad's name popped up. Of course, she thought. Clicking call she stood and waiting while the rings went by. One, two, three… "Sonny!?" His voice was urgent, and raspy with lack of sleep.

"It's Tawni. Sonny's… well Sony's not well." She said, frowning.

"Where is she?" Chad whispered, worry now coating his tone.

"We're in Roxbury Park. Sonny's passed out on the ground…" She trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

Chad didn't need to hear anything else. "I'm on my way."

Five minutes later Chad burst into the clearing, not looking so Chad-tastic. His eyes were red and held a sort of wild worry, matching his overly mussed hair. His walk was haggard, like he wasn't completely there. He wore a long tee shirt and sweats. Chad Dylan Cooper never wore sweats.

"Chad ar—are you alright?" She said, her voice stuttering.

"I'm fine." He muttered, looking around. "Where's Son—" He broke off, spotting her on the ground. He had to swallow back the liquid rising in his throat. Right then and there he knew inside himself that her fragile body was never meant to twist this way; the beautiful features were never meant to look that way. "I'll take her from here, you can go." He whispered, ushering Tawni off. She half ran from the scene, clearly a little disturbed. Chad was itching to nurse Sonny, dying to fix up her contorted frame, but he knew that it would do no good.

And the whole time he held her on the way back to his house; the whole time he packed up all her things and laid them by the door. The whole time he wrote his little note to the doorman… Every second he couldn't shake the feeling that this was completely and utterly his fault. He had done this to her, he had made her this way. All in one night he'd broken her, and it killed him, it really did. Chad Dylan Cooper had never taken the blame for anything before. And now that he had… now that he had, it was a lot worse than he'd expected…

A/N: Poor Chad =( And poor Sonny =( Don't you agree? ... Well at least I got an update up finally =) Sorry for taking so long.... Review? Please?