Chapter 26

AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you want the full affect of this chapter, go on Youtube and start playing the song "Model Homes" by In-Flight Safety once you get up to the 7th paragraph. Enjoy!

Fiona's Point of View

I lay on the dirty bathroom floor, blood streaming out of the massive gash on my cheek. "Please... Please stop," I panted. He smiled and shook his head. "Let's clean up that bruise," he said menacingly. In one swift movement, he grabbed my forearms and yanked me to my feet. I was too tired to put up a fight. I'd been pushed against the mirror, slapped, punched, and had my head smashed against the urinal several times.

Bobby brought me into one of the stalls and pushed my head into the toilet. Splash! As soon as I was underwater, I felt lightheaded. I could feel myself slipping away. He lifted me out of the water for a minute. I gasped for air. Bobby grinned in sadistic pleasure. "Why are you doing this?" I panted. His hands found their way to the back of my head. "I hate you and want you to suffer!" he hissed, using the force of his palm to push me back underwater.

My thoughts swirled in a downward spiral. I could feel how close I was to
unconsciousness. I couldn't focus on anything. I flailed my arms around, trying to get out. I could here his evil chuckle underwater. I found some strength and pushed myself up, out of the toilet. "Stop!" I yelled, trying to shake him off of me.

"No way Coyne," he answered, slapping my left cheek. He pushed me back under water. This time, the clock was ticking. I could feel my consciousness fading away. I struggled out of the toilet, but Bobby was much stronger. I could hear him reaching into his pocket and pulling something out. I released an underwater scream. He pulled some sort of blade across the back of my thighs, leaving long, deep cuts.

I flailed my arms around, trying to get out of his reach. Please, please let me live, I silently begged. For Holly J. For Declan. For Mom. For Dad. For Adam. Especially for Adam. He ran his blade down my arm, leaving a shallow cut. I was losing blood quickly, and the world was fading away.

Bobby chuckled to himself, stood, tossed the blade on the ground, washed his hands and left. I used all my strength to pull myself out of the water. Blood was spilled across the white tiles. I laid my face against the cool floor. I could feel it, every quart of blood leaving my body, forming a puddle. After an immeasurably long amount of time, someone walked in.

My eyelids were becoming heavy. I knew I didn't have much time left. The second my eyes closed, I was done. I was out of strength, I couldn't fight any longer. The door swung open. "What the…" the familiar voice murmured, following the trail of blood from the urinals to the stall. "Fiona?" a high pitched voice yelped. Adam. I must be dreaming. He gasped and took a step towards me, then changed his direction. He ran out, and returned with Sav, Declan, and Holly J.

"Oh my lord!" Holly J breathed. Adam ran over and crouched down beside me, his feet landing in my huge pool of blood. His eyes widened, and his face turned sickly pale. "Fiona? Fiona? Oh god, I think she's dying!" Adam panicked. He griped my wrist, trying to find a pulse. I knew mine must have been slowing, faltering with every last beat as I struggled to stay with him. His breathing became shallow. "We need to call an ambulance!" Sav exclaimed. "I'll do it! Oh my gosh, Fi!" Declan cried out. "I don't know if we have that kind of time, Declan! She's dying! She's really dying!" Adam yelled, panic-stricken.

He gripped my hand. "Fiona! Fiona, listen to me! You're not going to die. You're not going to die! Oh my god, live! Please live! Please! For both of us! I need you Fi! I can't- I can't go on without you! Stay with me, please!" Adam yelled desperately. I looked into his panicked blue eyes. "Adam," I mouthed. But that was all I could say. The fight in me was gone. Slowly, my eyelids closed, leaving me in the dark. Time passed, and I was still in the dark. I heard an ambulance, paparazzi, and Adam frantically whispering to me. "Come on, Fi! Fight! Fight this! Don't just go! You can't! I won't let you die! You're gonna live Fiona, you're gonna live!" Adam sounded as though he was convincing himself, not me. His voice was the last thing I heard before plunging deeper into unconsciousness.

All of a sudden, I felt uncomfortably alert. I was lying on something, a stiff, narrow board. Bright lights were glaring down at me, and I could almost feel the heat. Slowly, my eyelids opened, looking at a white ceiling. I sat up slowly, realizing I was in a hospital room. Bandages were covering my huge cheek gash, the scars on my legs, and the cuts on my arms. I was attached to an IV, and there was a machine tracking my heartbeat. I was wearing one of those hideously tacky hospital gowns. Everything felt sore.

I looked around the room. Holly J was rolled up in a ball, sleeping on the floor. Sav was sleeping in a chair against the back wall, Declan was lying across the floor by the right side of my bed, and Adam was leaning against the wall next to my bed, staring at me. "Fiona?" he whispered. He scrambled to his feet. My eyes widened. I was ecstatic. He took in my frazzled, wounded appearance, and his eyes widened also, but in fear instead of joy. "Adam!" I exclaimed softly. His blue eyes lit up, relieved. A smile spread across his face. It was so good to see him. I reached out and took his hand. He released a sigh of relief and rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb. He kept sighing in relief, like he had turned into a balloon full of worry that needed to be deflated slowly. "Fiona," he breathed, thankful that I was alive. After feeling what it was like…to think that I would never be able to see Adam again…I have a lot to say to him.

AUTHOR'S NOTE PART II: Gahh! Scary Bobby! Sad Adam! Oh, the drama never ends! What did you think? Too much violence? Too sappy? Lemme know. And what do you think Fiona will say to Adam? Find out tomorrow! Please review[= Xoxo, hugs and kisses, Degrassi and chocolate –C