Now! for the moment of truth! Enjoy!

===Lorelei===

"Lorelei, Sweetie." That voice…that voice…how I could be hearing it unless I was…

"Am I dead?"

"No, Darling. I will let you go back soon." I couldn't see anything, but felt a hand upon my face, "I just wanted to say, I love you." The lady's voice made me smile; I needed to hear her voice.

I couldn't see her, but I didn't need to, my mother was with me, "I love you too, Mom."

"You thought you needed to stay with you father." Her voice becomes worried, "But you didn't, you shouldn't have, this is what happened. You didn't know what your father could do when he was mad and drunk. That's why I had left, after you sister her lost her toe because of him."

"I never knew that was because of him, Mom." I felt ashamed, I had disappointed her, made her upset.

"You didn't make her upset, Lie. Just made her worried, both of us worried." Another feminine voice joined in.

"Lana…" my voice got quiet, "I don't even want to listen to you…I…I…" I was even more ashamed than before.

"It wasn't your fault, Lie." And always comforting hand rested on my shoulder.

"We just wanted to say we love you." My mother's voice began to get quiet.

"And that some things put you in danger, you run away from those. Other things put you in dangers that are worth it. And some things don't even put you in danger at all. You just have to think about the line defining that." Lana's voice got quiet also.

I sat up, looking and seeing people sitting around me, in a white room, I was surrounded by flowers, balloons, and…really the one thing I needed.

"Applejack." I quietly smile. The small boy climbed onto the bed and hugged me. "Oh, I missed you."

"I have missed you too. Grandma and Grandpa say hello." He adds.

I pull back confused, "They didn't come?"

He shakes his head.

"Am I going home with them?" I ask.

He shakes his head, "They can't afford it, and they say you're old enough to live on your own."

I knew it! I knew it since Christmas when I was 7. I just never admitted it to myself till now.

On Christmas, my brother had gotten a bike for Christmas, I got a card. They always said they couldn't afford it. Now I know, thinking a grandparent hates you because of a Christmas present. But they didn't even sign it! Who doesn't sign a card? But it figures, they are on my dad's side.

I look next to me; Holly looks to me, smiling. She had been sitting there the whole time, "Hey, Applejack, got and tell the nurse I'm awake." I smile and scoot him off the bed.

He leaves and she gets up hugging me, "I'm so glad you're ok." The room was silent for a second; no one was here but the two of us, "Oh! Peter told me to give this to you." She hands me a piece of paper. "I didn't look at it, don't worry." She assures me.

I open up the folded piece of notebook paper, it read: "If you're getting this, it means you're alive, and I will be relieved when Holly reports back to me. Don't go dying on anyone. Signed, Peter." It was simple and straight to the point. He didn't put his heart and soul into it. My eyes got glossy up. I fold the paper back up. And rip it into many shreds.

"You okay?" she sits next to me on the bed. For that second, I had forgotten that she was here.

"He is a heartless ass." I held the little pieces in my hands, tears rolling down onto them, "He couldn't even call, or come here at least. He had to write me a note. He might have well just not said anything at all!" I slam the wet papers onto the table next to me.

"Don't get too upset," a nurse and Jack come walking in, "It's not safe for your heart rate to get up." She pauses and looks to all of the technology and writes things down onto her chart, "How are you feeling?"

"Uhmmm, well, my chest is in immense pain, a bit light headed." I think for a second, "So how bad is my slash?"

The woman stands, looking down to the chart, "Well, it was about a foot long across your chest, and about half an inch deep, so not good. It would have been critical if it went in further. You lost a lot of blood, so you're going to be light headed. We are trying to give you more blood now." She looks up to me, smiling, "Oh, and Spider-Man brought you here."

Yeah, Spider-Man, the smallest thing currently on my mind.

A knock comes from the door, "Ms. Owens," two police officers walk into the room.

"Are you here to arrest me?" I panic a bit, but there isn't much I can do.

They both laugh a bit, "no, no, we are here to talk about you though," one officer steps forward, "We caught you father, he tried to run, but his intoxication was so high, he didn't make it far before us getting him. So that means we have to ask where you will be staying, any family?" both of the officers take out their note pads and pens.

"No, none." I shake my head.

"None?" the more quiet officer steps in, not understanding I have nowhere to go.

"Yes, no family members are taking me in. they would be here now, wouldn't they?" I have an attitude, pointing to the almost empty room.

"Yes, well…" the officer clears his throat, "We will try our best to find the right family to move you into right away." The both leave, the nurse behind them, she brings Jack alone with her, to leave I'm sure.

So now I have nowhere to live.

:'( where will she go?

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