Here's the 10th Chapter of 'The Square 2'. Hope you like it! Read and Review Please!

Danielle POV

Chapter 10

'There's one thing you must understand and that is life is not always a fairytale. Everybody has points in their lives which send them through hell but that doesn't last forever. You have to be strong, princess! Be strong and I promise...I promise everything will work out for the best!' Memories flooded back to me of my family. Not my real family, my adoptive family. My dad, to be specific. When my adoptive mum died I was distraught. It was true; my life had been a fairytale up until that point. My life had been carefree, fun and well...a fairytale! That's why the death of my mum hit me hard. I didn't see it coming. I was living in this perfect little world with no worries and no fear and then all that came crashing down. I remember being at the hospital, watching the nurses glance over every couple of seconds while whispering. I could tell it wasn't going to end well but at the same time, I didn't want to face the facts.

That's when they came in. They walked into the room, sat me and my dad down and they explained that my adoptive mother had passed away. That's why my dad gave me that speech. I remember just sitting there unable to come to terms with the fact that my mother, or who I thought was my mother at the time, had passed away. "You promise? How do you know something like this won't happen again? How can you tell?" I remember questioning my dad like that. Tears pouring down my face and my head buzzing with the continuous words of 'I'm sorry...she's passed on'. At that point my dad sighed.

"I can't tell what the future will hold, princess. But as long as you always keep that in mind and stay strong whenever you feel like your world is falling apart...you'll be fine". My dad always knew the right thing to say. He always knew just the right time to say it. One of a kind was what my adoptive dad was. No one else could take that away from him.

Maybe that's why. Maybe that's why I'm lying here on the ground unable to move, knowing that the all the shoppers and passersby are staring at me, thinking I'm crazy and all I can think of is my dad's speech. 'Stay strong and I promise...I promise everything will work out for the best'. That last sentence in particular buzzed around my brain uncontrollably as I lay on the ground screaming out. The noises and voices rattled around my head as if they had been blessed with a mind of their own. Unlike last time these voices were hard to make out. Somehow they seemed jumbled up. It was as if someone was playing a rap song in my head and they had sped up the pace so you could no longer hear the words clearly, just a jumbled up mess. What made it even harder this time was not only the jumbled words but the fact that the voices were accompanied by instrumental sounds. Drums, to be exact. Deafening, thunderous drums banging in my head as if they were real. It was like someone was taking drumsticks and continuously smashing my head with them as if I was the base of the drum. I tried to look up but all I could see was blurriness. I couldn't see anything. Not that I wanted to though, as I could already sense the humiliation of seeing all those people staring down at me. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and grasped my head with the palms of my hands hoping the noises and voices would stop. Unfortunately they didn't.

I sunk to the ground again and just lay there. Jack, or what I thought was Jack, nudged me continuously, trying to knock me back to my senses. I heard a worried Jack shout, "Can we get a blanket over here and someone call an ambulance, will you?!" I couldn't help but admire Jack's bravery. Here was me, lying on the ground seemingly in some sort of breakdown, schizophrenic or something of the sort and there was Jack, brave as can be, helping me as much as he could. I felt a cool breeze of air before a blanket was chucked over me. Jack wrapped it around me to keep me warm. "Danielle, can you move?" He asked. I was in too much pain to reply, mental pain. I was in no physical pain whatsoever but the pain of the drums and the voices seemed like it could be enough to kill me. Jack, realizing I was in no position to respond, slowly lifted me upright. Somehow as I was lifted the drumming got louder and the power of the voices got stronger. I let out a cry of mental pain and fear as this happened. Jack immediately stopped lifting me and laid me back down on the ground as I had been before. I heard gasps of, "Oh my god! Is she alright?" and, "Where the hell is that ambulance when you need it?!" All of which didn't bother me at the moment.

As I lay there, fearing for my life, I suddenly heard another noise, a more real noise this time though. I heard the siren of the ambulance. My brain buzzed as I wondered if the siren noise was real or if it was just my psychotic imagination. "Ok Dan! The ambulance is here now! Everything's going to be fine! It's going to be fine!" Jack reassured me. That made it seem more real. That definitely meant I wasn't just imagining this.

I heard a bunch of hustling and bustling and then someone, I don't know who, lifted me up and I was carried, presumably over to the ambulance. I knew it was definitely the ambulance when I heard the door get slammed shut and then it was just me in there, possibly with Jack, I didn't know. I sat in there wondering, thinking, although it was hard to think at this particular moment in time. I knew who I needed right now. I knew who could help me. Ronnie. But she wasn't here, was she? The thought of her being gone made me feel sick. It was true; I needed her. 'Ronnie...' I whispered to myself, 'Wherever you are...I need you...please help me!'

Well that was Chapter 10 of 'The Square 2'. If you want to find out what happens to Danielle and if Ronnie comes back you should check out Chapter 11! Thanks for reading! Also please don't forget to Review!!

Georgina =)