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Larien-Numenesse: You are great too! And I'm not telling you anything, you have to

read it and find out!

Electricxrain: Merry Christmas to you, too!

MarySueH8er: T/y for the explanation. I've tried making this chappie double spaced,

dunno if it's worked, though.

Lilenimen: hyper is good! Last time I was hyper I attempted to dye my hair, made a

mess and my mom came home. Good experience, though not one I'd like to repeat. I

value my life too much.

ShortStuff1: That sounds like a McDonalds ad! "I'm Loving It". No offence, though.

Carmelita: *gasp*

For a couple of minutes all I could hear was the sound of his heartbeat. I

sighed, knowing that he would never return those words to me, and I started to walk

away, not daring to think about how I would face him in school tomorrow. I was

almost off the bridge, when I felt his hands on my shoulders. I turned around slowly

to face him, and our lips met in a single, heart-stopping kiss. I put my arms around

him, and we kissed again, for longer. It was rough, but our lips tingled with

electricity, and I could feel sparks, hot, sharp, sparks. I remembered all my friends

talking about how gentle their boyfriends were, and how sweet, and I knew that

although Freddy was sweet, and gentle, when we kissed he was given over to passion.

(A/N – Tell me if that's too OTT). I wondered if this meant that we were going out

now? I began to feel dizzy at the thought.

"Freddy." I said, breaking away. "I have to sit down."

A look of shock came over his face, as I nearly fell to the ground.

"Damn, Katie." Breathed Freddy, in surprise. "What the hell have you done to

your arms?"

I looked down, and giggled at the sight of blood pouring down my arms. "I

don't know!" I laughed. "Guess!"

"Do you have your cell-phone with you?" he asked, but I couldn't answer, as I

was in hysterics. He went through my bag, and found my cell. It had my favorite

cover on it, the one with the Daisy-Rock bass guitars on it. He quickly punched in a

number.

"Hello? Ambulance, please."

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I woke up, opened my eyes, blearily. Everything was spinning, and the walls, the

ceiling, so bright...

I closed my eyes again and reached for my bass, but it wasn't there. I tried to

Collect my senses.

Hear...what could I hear...?

I could hear...chattering...wheels of...trolleys? I could hear gentle breathing beside

me, and my favorite song was playing, "Substitute" by The Who. I smiled,

remembering hearing it from the first time in class with Dewey...for the second time

with Freddy...Freddy!

I strained to remember what had happened, but all I could remember was a

bridge...a brick...Freddy. I carried on focusing on my senses.

Taste...what could I taste...? I could taste...blood. Dried blood, around my

mouth. Had I been in a fight? I could taste a sourer taste too, like antibiotics, or

medicine. Where was I? I tried to remember again, but all I succeeded in getting was a

headache.

Smell? I couldn't smell much, apart from bleach, and hygienic cleaning

stuff...was I in hospital? If I was, why were they playing "Substitute"? It fitted in,

though...maybe I'd been in a fight on a bridge, got hit by a brick, Freddy had come

and taken me to hospital! It didn't seem right though...could I feel anything that

might help?

I could feel sheets underneath one hand, yes, I was definitely in hospital. The

only other time I'd been in hospital was to visit Freddy, he'd been in and out of

hospital all his life. I remember, when he was ten he'd been playing on his own and

somehow broken both legs. No-one knew how he'd done it, and Freddy had always

refused to say. I'd been right at his side when they'd found him, because I'd found

him first, and called home with my new cell-phone, I'd just been given it for

Christmas, when Freddy had been given a skateboard, which he'd lost that day. I'd

been with him all the way, and although he'd been in "excruciating pain" according to

the doctor, he'd never cried once.

I smiled, grateful for that little trip down Memory Lane, but it was time to get

back to figuring out why I was in hospital. What could I feel with my other hand?

Someone else's hand...warm...holding mine tight, as though they were afraid

to let go. Could it possibly be...mom? After all these years could she possibly have

realized how much she cared? Could she have come to tell me that she'd realized the

error of her ways, that she was prepared to give up the drink for me? That she

wouldn't encourage my naughty habits anymore, that she would tell the police about

that man that gave me my...my secret?

I opened my eyes, quickly, not caring anymore about the light, and turned to

see the figure beside me, blinking a couple of times to get them in focus.

"Katie!" said the figure. "You're awake!"