A.N. Hey guys! Wow, I didn't know y'all could review that fast! I'm really happy though! You made my week! Here is the next chapter, and I've gotta say two things: A) the song featured is Untitled by Simple Plan, and I would recomed having it playing as you read. B) You should probably have a box of tissues by your side as you read, cuz kids, it's bout to go all Titanic on you. I own nothing, and please review and tell me if you cried!

Cammie POV:

Zach and I are driving back from Virginia, and I honestly can't remember being happier. After his little fainting spell, I wanted to rent a hotel and stay in for the night, but Zach insisted we drive, and though I'd never admit it, I'm happy I gave in. We're on our way through Maryland now, and my heart swells every time he looks at me. The radio is softly playing a love song, and everything is going how I want it to. We cross a busy freeway, and the lights from the oncoming traffic light up the dark truck. I hum along with the stereo, stopping every few seconds to gaze at Zach happily. He catches me the last time I look and smiles, his all-famous smirk dancing on his lips.

"Camester, what's up? Have you finally decided to-" He doesn't get to finish the sentence. A semi-truck slams into my side of the car, crushing the vehicle and throwing me into oblivion.

I can't open my eyes, but I see a white light that burns my eyelids and at the same time numbs my senses. The last thing I remember is laying with Zach underneath the green ash, giggling and talking about random, stupid things.

I open my eyes
I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light
I can't remember how
I can't remember why
I'm lying here tonight

I hear sirens in the distance, and I smell something that I think is gasoline. The pain is like a wool blanket covering my senses, and everything seems muted, dulled. Everything except for the searing fire that's consuming my raw flesh. I can't deal with it, and a scream pulls it way up, out of my stomach. But not out of my mouth. It stops halfway, when it's lodged in my mouth, and it feels like a knife has been cruelly shoved in my esophagus. Actually, right now, I feel the same pain I felt when I found out about Zach and the girl. Except, this is worse.

And I can't stand the pain
And I can't make it go away
No I can't stand the pain

What did I do? I wonder as a blaring red ambulance comes into my line of vision. The driver from the other semi truck lies near me, groaning. Even in my wounded state, I can see that he is drunk. And an earlier conversation comes back to me.

"Cam, how do you want to die?" Zach asked me as he pushed me on the rickety swing hanging in front of our old high school.

"I don't know," I said, surprised. "But I know I want to be with someone I love. Oh, and I don't want to die from drunk driving."

"I want to die in combat. Or for something I believe in. Something that's worth dying for." Zach says, and then pauses. " Cammie. Why don't you want to die from drunk driving?" he says finally.

"It's how my parents died. And I can't stand to think that one person's bad decision can ruin the life of countless others, you know?" I say quietly. He nods and pushes me gentler. A tear slips down my face.

I'm not going to get that wish. Because as I lay here, I can tell that I'm close. That the threshold between life and death is precariously near. The night seems endless as I'm loaded on a stretcher and placed in the back of the ambulance. Tears slowly fall down my bloody, scarred face. I'm sobbing, shoulders shaking, breaths shaky and detached. I know I made some mistakes. Like lying to Liz about Jonas's fling. Or stealing Macey McHenry's favorite shoes. Or not enjoying every millisecond I got to spend with Zachary Goode. But right now, I'm tired. I'm so tired of this life. I want to leave. I sob again, and wonder why.

How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I've got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

Zach POV:

Screams seem to erupt out of nowhere. Some Cammie's, which cut me like steel knives. Some the drivers. But none are mine. I'm not badly hurt at all, even though it's my second car accident in three days. In fact, I'm so well off that the paramedics don't even treat me while they load Cammie into an ambulance. So I watch. I watch as my Only One is carefully loaded up into the truck, and I want to scream. I want to do anything except just stare at them. I try to, but I'm drowned out. Tears silently drip down my face as I see her, pale, broken, and bloody. I feel myself slipping away, because I'm sure she's dead, and if she's dead, what reason do I have to live?

Everybody's screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I'm slipping off the edge
I'm hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again

I want to go back to when we were just two crazy kids, madly in love. When it didn't matter where we worked or how long we were apart. When we were just happy to be together. I want to freeze that time and live in it forever. But I can't. I can't fix this, and I can't fix all of the other shit I've put Cammie through. No matter what I want.

So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered
And I can't explain what happened
And I can't erase the things that I've done
No I can't
How could this happen to her? I scream in my mind as I rush to the hospital. I'm the one who fucked everything up. I'm the one who ran our life together in the ground. But she's the one laying inches from death. And I've got to stay and watch.

How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I've got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

I see her now, pale against the white sheets. The glass wall between us seems to weigh a thousand pounds as I press my palms against the smooth surface. Doctors and nurses swarm the room like busy bees. I stand stock still, waiting for the verdict. But I find I'm not ready when the doctor comes.

"Mr. Goode?" he says timidly.

" How is she?" I say, not taking my eyes off of her for a second.

"You love her, don't you?" He says sadly.

` "Yes. I do. Now how is she?"

"Ms. Morgan…I'm sorry, Mr. Goode. But she probably will not make it through the night.

"No," I say simply.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Goode. We're doing all we can, but…" the poor man stutters.

"NO! JUST FUCKING NO! SHE'S GONNA BE FINE!" I scream at him. I'm suddenly furious, and I have no idea how to deal with it. Glaring at the man, I stalk away. As I walk, I slam my fist into the plaster that lines the wall. And then, I cry. I just let it all go and sob. How I am supposed to live without her? How could this happen?

I made my mistakes
I've got no where to run
The night goes on

As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

A.N. So whatcha think? Was it sad? Did you cry? Tell mother! Since I'm evil, ten reviews til I update! In that time, Cammie could have lived or died! So review, and end the suspense!