Ummm… Hi.

I'M SORRY! Not pointing fingers here, but you can aaaaallll blame Harry Potter.

He had to go and drag me over to his section of this site, and I haven't been back since. You might as well call it kidnapping.

But my other issue, my hard drive crashed. So, I had to send my computer in. When it returned, all my files had disappeared (including documents, pictures, downloads such as iTunes, my internet favorites list… yes I am trying to make you pity me. Is it working?). And that included this story. I just finished copy and pasting the chapters from the site onto documents.

But, here I am. Still going strong. I think I have lost whatever readers I had. I think I even may have lost danielle130. To you, I am SUPER sorry I never responded to your last message. I lost my inbox messages and had to find you again, and I'M SORRY.

Does this make it up to you?

Ladies and Gentlemen, this chapter is beautifully and wonderfully dedicated to my FF best friend, danielle130. Without you, I would have never had the motivation, courage, and self-hate (Haha, not really you, I'm just mad at myself for being mean) to continue. I love you!

Let the Jibber-jabber-no idea where it is going-written by an awful person-story… TAKE OFF.

10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1… Lift Off.

= (That is a rocket) Woooooossssshhhhhhh…

(JT POV)

Freedom: Check.

Fresh Air: Check.

Normal Food: Check.

Today had been my last day as a resident at Toronto Hospital. So, it was only a week. It felt like fifty two. Liberty had checked me out and taken me to McDonalds – the girl knows exactly what I want.

"Two Large fry, two cheeseburgers, Coke and a Sprite – your order is up." The woman behind the counter handed us our food without giving us a glance. A man yelled at an employee about his French fries being cold. A man with a mop tried hopelessly to clean up a ketchup accident. I loved this.

We sat down in a booth along the window which views the playground. For a while, we just laughed. At the children, at our friends, at the world.

"Do you remember when you took me to the fair that one time?" She asked, laughing.

"How could I forget? I had to force you on the teacups. The teacups, Liberty."

"I hated spinning!" You knew I hated spinning! Yet you still had to pressure me into it!" She excalimed, defending herself. She looked so cute when she was pretending to be angry.

"Hated? Past tense? So that means you don't hate it anymore then?" I asked, quite cleverly I might add.

She looked surprised and nervous. "Well… okay. A few months later, my family went to an amusement park. Danny made me go on all the spinning rides. He dragged me on them against my will. And after the fourth or fifth, I kind of realized… they really weren't that bad." She looked embarrassed.

"So what you're saying is that if I took you down to the fair this weekend, you would willingly go on the teacups. Is that right?"

"It is." She said matter-of-factly, placing a ketchup covered French fry in her mouth.

"So, how'd you feel?" I asked, curiously smiling.

"Like I could throw up my entire lunch. But after I had ridden a few more, that feeling in your stomach starts to get better. You realize the fun in the whole experience."

I laughed at her.

After a moment of silent smiling, Liberty's demeanor became serious. She swirled her French fry around in her ketchup. Her other arm was resting on the table.

"What did it feel like?" She asked, not looking up at me, just down at her sole French fry.

I knew she wasn't going to elaborate, but I needed a tad more of an explanation. What was she talking about? When I first rode the teacups?

Without looking up, she realized my confusion. "When you were s-stabbed JT." It wasn't that noticeable of a stutter, but I sure noticed it. I noticed everything about her. She had forced the word 'stabbed' out of her mouth, as if she hated the sound of it. But let's face it, who wouldn't hate the sound of that word?

I thought for a minute, then settled on a short summary.

"Cold." I replied simply. It was what it had felt like anyway. Cold rushing down my spine, down my back. Chills on the inside, blood on the outside. I had always thought blood was supposed to be warm, sticky. But no. It was like sudden melted ice flooding out of me. And there wasn't anything I could do to stop it. It felt cold knowing that the two guys could just leave me there – leave me there to die. I suddenly realized that Liberty, no matter how much she could read, could not in fact read my thoughts. One word could never explain the feeling.

She looked up at me, sadly. I decided to continue. I loved her. She deserved to know everything I feel.

"It was like… nothing I had ever felt before." I paused to think. "Nothing was under my control. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't move. I had to just sit there and let them win. There was nothing I could do to stop them from running away. I thought that there was no one there to possibly help me." My tone was angry at the beginning, and weak all the way through.

I looked up at just the right moment to notice a tear falling down onto the paper that was previously wrapped around her cheeseburger. Then it was my turn to stutter.

"A-As for how i-it actually felt…" I started choking up. I couldn't help myself, but I just couldn't bear to relive it. It was just all of a sudden. The actual pain had severely outdone my feelings. For both of our sakes, I didn't want to go on. I settled on ending here. "There really aren't words to describe it."

She nodded. She got up and walked over to the trash can. I noticed her bring her hand up to her face. I didn't know she would react like this. I mean, I sort of knew I would be a bit… okay, I admit it: upset. But, I didn't think she would. Maybe she just cared about me that much… but she had been there too, why did it hurt so much when I told my point of view? Then it dawned on me. She had been there too. She was the reason I was out there anyways. Had she realized this? When she ran, and I followed, and she found me. She had seen me lying there, helpless, yet she helped. And that was even after I had hurt her, in a way far worse than I had been – yet, in the exact same way.

I wasn't the only one who had been stabbed that night.

Doooooone.

I liked it. I hope this makes up for my wrongdoings.

I had trouble getting my thoughts out in the last paragraph, and even a harder time tying them all together. So, sorry.

But, that cannot compare to my constant struggles with the first word, or sentence for that matter. I was going to have Toby check him out of the hospital, then the nurse's POV (which I will most likely include next chapter to explain some things), then him wondering why grits were served with every meal at the hospital (but then I realized that they live in Canada, while I live in the south. I then came to the conclusion it might just be my hospital… depressing). There were a million others. I then settled on McDonalds. Wow. I didn't realize how lame that solution was until I got down here.

So, I already have the dedication for my next chapter. It was supposed to be this one, but desperate times call for desperate measures right? Whoever invented that saying should have put a patent on it. They would be a bagillionaire (another word added to dictionary).

Love you again danielle130!

And to all a good night! (Too late for the Christmas part).

PS: The title was originally going to be Cries and Fries (or vice versa) but, I realized I already had food mixed with emotion (if you can call 'hello' an emotion), so I decided on this.

Love yall:)