I have no comment for this chapter yet so you have to read to the end to get to my comment….I'm afraid I'll spoil something. The Song Is Make Some Noise by Hannah Montana….she has a lot of good songs for this story that I've used if you can't tell. ) (Sorry about the very long delay. I stopped writing at the 3rd paragraph because I was stuck. Besides I had practice and homework and a lot of stuff going on.)

The halls were hushed. It felt, as if the whole world had stopped for this moment. To sit still, only to await what would happen next. The pale white walls were filled with thank you cards from the lucky children who had gotten out of this place. All the others were on this floor of the hospital, waiting for the day they would see the blue skies, feel the warm sun on their backs, and be free with their families, not a care in the world.

The waiting room was dull. There was a small cluttered corner filled with toys, for the kids who were waiting to se their siblings, cousins, or friends. The couches were those of which you would find in an airport, not a hospital. When you sat on the couches, it brought pain to your back. The cushion on the back was thin, so you could feel the metal on the back.

A small tray was placed next to a large bed. The bed was elevated at the back and legs, and someone was kneeling against it, elbows on the bed. She whispered in the girl's ear and the little girl in the bed started to laugh. Her dark brown curls hung down to her shoulders, and her blue eyes were filled with exhaustion. But still, she laughed at the person leaning on the bed. Her dark brown hair went down to her shoulders also, and her brown eyes had worry and laughter in them. Until a nurse came in and took the tray from the table.

"I hope all is well for you guys. Remember to tell your grandmother I said 'hello.'" The nurse said, closing the door behind her. The small family stayed in that room for countless hours, telling stories, playing games, and making the little girl feel better. Until she got another treatment.

She would be tired, and agitated. The mother and father would build up her strength, telling her what they would do when she was out of the hospital. "We'll go to Disney!" remarked the father. But eventually, as the girl built up her strength, it would get torn again, like a worn out teddy bear that is ripped, and repaired, but never the same again.

It's easy to feel like, you're all alone

To feel like nobody knows

The great that you are,

The good that's inside you

That's trying so hard to break through

They would do anything and everything. They would sing her songs, and tell her stories. Stories from the time when her godmother was a science nerd, her aunt ruled the school, and her parents changed it all. They brought in videos and yearbooks. Her aunt came to visit, and so did everyone else.

Maybe it's your time to lift off and fly

You won't know if you never try

I will be there for you all of the way

You'll be fine

She saw summer change to fall, and fall change to a very cold winter. She saw other kids come and go, some with broken legs, some with the same thing she had. They all got to leave, but she had to stay. It seemed like forever, that she stayed in that little bed in room 104. She slept peacefully, but sometimes awoke in pain. Sometimes, she would awake with horrible dreams.

"I just had the most terrible dream." She would say. "I was outside, and I started to choke, and then I…." and that's all she could ever get out.

One night, the girl lie awake in her bed, watching the monitor next to her show her heartbeat. She turned her head and saw her parents looking at her with worried eyes as the monitor went slower and slower.

"I can't do it." The girl said, clutching the metal bar on her bed in fear. Tears started cascading down her cheeks. "Billy….he said so himself." Billy was the strongest kid in her class. The mother started to sing in a hushed tone to her.

Don't let anyone tell you that you're not strong enough

Don't give up, there's nothing wrong with just being yourself,

That's more than enough

So come on and raise your voice

Speak your mind and make some noise

And sing hey, hey,

Make some noise

Hey, hey yeah

The girl started trembling. The meter was getting slower. The mother started to cry on the father's shoulder, looking down at the bed. The meter got slower. The girl went farther in her blanket. The meter got slower, the mother wept. The meter got slower, and Hope closed her eyes.

.Yeah. I decided not to use Hope's name till the very end because it sounded pretty cool. I read a story once that only used 'the girl' and 'the boy.'

Review and keep reading please. Be patient with my slowness because I was stuck. Thanks to all of the patient people who read the chapters before and this chapter.