A/N: I really don't know what to say about the last chapter. I half liked it, half didn't. Well, Parker's coming to a close. I think this is the last chapter. Yeah, this is the last chapter. Next up then, Veruca/Larry. I can't wait for those reviews. I have a feeling some won't be too happy. But, oh well. When I went on the vacation, I wrote a basic synopsis for the rest of the story in general. I still haven't decided on the final chapter. Or if I'm going to do one. Maybe it could be their graduation and I'll just say a little snip-it or something. But I don't know what to say. If I didn't do an ending chapter would you all be upset? Eh, that'll come later.

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Chapter 5: Reality Check

~Parker~

I stirred under the stiff sheets below me.

"Parker, are you awake?" I opened my eyes as much as I could without putting myself through more pain and saw Kate's worried face.

"I guess." I whispered. My voice was really hoarse. "What am I doing here?"

"You overdosed." She responded on the brink of tears.

"Oh. What are you doing here?"

"Because you're my friend. We've all been taking turns sitting with you. Waiting for you to wake up."

"We?"

"Yeah. Your parents, your sister, me, Amanda, Andrea, Ethan. Some people I've never met. We were really concerned. You scared us."

"How long have been here?"

"Since last night. You came in around one in the morning." I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was eleven.

I still couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that people had actually showed up to see me in the hospital. That someone had actually brought me in.

"Who brought me here?"

"Amanda. Do you remember last night?"

"Yeah. I do." Why am I such a fuck-up?

Kate looked like she wanted to say more, but she stopped herself. She started to get out of the chair she was in.

"Where are you going?"

"To get your parents." She motioned towards the door.

"No. Don't." My parents? There's no way they are coming in here now. Wait, what did she say. "Did you say parents? Like plural?"

"Yeah. You know, your mom and dad. They people who gave birth to you."

"He's here? Right now?"

"Your dad? Yeah. He's in the waiting room."

Now he picks the time to come. "Don't get them. Not yet."

"Why?"

"I can't see them. I don't want to hear it."

"Alright. But I at least need to go tell the doctor you woke up."

"Yeah." She went back to the door. "Kate. Wait." She turned back around. "Thanks. And uh, could you get Amanda for me as well?"

"Will do." She left.

It took a couple minutes for anyone to come in. Leaving me alone to demean myself for my childish actions. For my stupidity. For all the inane things I had done to myself.

Amanda came in before the doctor. "Hi." She looked really nervous and her eyes were watery.

"Come here." She walked over to me. "Thank you."

She started crying more. "You scared me."

"I know I did. And I'm sorry. But, honestly, thank you. I probably would have-" Would have what? Died? Yeah, I would have. "-died or something if it wasn't for you."

"I had to do something. I can't believe this happened to you. I can't believe what I did."

"What do you mean?"

"I got you into this whole thing. I brought to your first party. I gave you your first drug. I-"

"Are you kidding me? You blame yourself?" Amanda solemnly nodded. "Don't. I did this to myself. Not you. Not anyone else. Just me. The only thing you did was save my life."

"You don't blame me?"

"I have no reason to." She leaned over and hugged me as best she could.

The doctor came in then. "Hello, Miss McKenzie. Nice to see you've awakened. Miss, can you step outside for me?" Amanda pulled back and left the room. "Alright. How are you feeling?"

"A little overwhelmed."

"Yes. It is a bit scary, isn't it?" I nodded. "We are happy to tell you that you are going to be fine. For the most part. There could still be some long term damage that won't show up until later. Especially with the variety of drugs that were in your samples. However, from this experience, you will hopefully learn a lot."

"I already have."

"And I couldn't be happier. Now, I've discussed this with both your parents and they feel that it would be best if you stayed here in the hospital for a little while longer. You'd be moved to a different room in a different wing. You'd be with other teenagers in your situation and you would be getting better."

"Basically rehab."

"Yes, rehab. Are you okay with this?"

I thought about it for a couple minutes. Was I okay with going into rehab? Who thought, that Parker McKenzie would ever have to go into rehab? Who thought that I would ever overdose on anything? Who ever thought I could die at 17? Was I okay with going into rehab? Heck yes. "I want to go into rehab."

"Good. I have a couple other patients to attend to at the moment, but I shall come back later."

"Doctor, can you get my parents for me?" I can't believe I just said that. She nodded and a few minutes later, my parents came in. My mom looked horrible. Her hair was al frizzy and tangled and she wasn't wearing makeup. My dad looked the most casual I've ever seen him. He's always in a suit, but he looked pissed off and upset.

I gulped, waiting for them to say something. Anything. They didn't I guess I have to start this conversation. "Hi." Hi? That's the best I can do? Hi?

My mom still didn't say anything. My dad looked at me and said, "Why, Parker?"

"Why what?" Hmm, let me think.

"Why did you do this to yourself?"

I looked away from his gaze. "I don't know."

"Well, we're really disappointed in ourselves."

"Excuse me?" I looked back at him.

"We're your parents, Parker. You have been doing this for I don't know how long. That scares me. Us. It scares us. We don't know anything about you. We should. We should have done something." I was shocked. "Not that you are not in a lot of trouble for this, but we should have known. And you look like you are starting to realize the pain you are causing to yourself and those that love you. So, I will spare you of that for the moment."

"I am realizing. But do you both honestly blame yourselves?" Why does everyone always have to think it's somehow their fault, something they did? Amanda, my parents, Matt probably feel guilty for giving it to me. Kate probably feels guilty for not questioning more.

They both said yes. "Well, then, stop. It's not your fault I did any of this."

The good thing that comes out of this situation. I've finally had that reality check and realized that not everything that happens to me is something my parents have done to hurt me. Not everything I do is to spite them or to get revenge on them. The things I do, I do because I choose to.

A/N: Whew! Parker, FIN!