Authors Note: Okay, just to clear up a bit of a mistake on my part… My new penname is: Clear Chronic Depression. Okay? Bye, bye, Brizendine. Anyways. Please review and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: If I was the creator, why would I be HERE? Nickelodeon owns Zoey, I own the plot, babes.

She's The Key To Healing My Heart – Chapter Two

She's gone…For the longest time, it seemed, those were the only words that rang throughout Chase Matthew's mind as he stared listlessly up at the white ceiling, the cracks in his heart showing through as silent tears trailed down his face. How could it be? How could Zoey, who seemed so invincible, be dead? It was heartbreaking. He had never gotten the chance to kiss her, or even tell her he loved her.

No, somehow, nature's forces did manage to keep them apart in the end. It was his third day in the hospital, his parents had been contacted and they sat on the chairs in the corner of the room, watching him cry. He ignored them; it was too painful to deal with. It was all too much, and all too soon, at that. Zoey's body had been taken out the first day when he had awakened, about five minutes after the nurse had left.

Chase sniffed, not caring about his supposed manliness at all times, and still further ignoring his parents' pleads to talk to them, tell them all about it. How could he! He was heartbroken, damn it. Why could they see that? Finally, after closing his eyes for about ten minutes, he heard them retreat. The only thing he had said to them since they arrived had been, "I'm not going back home." And they had allowed him, and so, thinking back on that moment, he supposed they had seen he was heartbroken… Maybe even the tiniest bit.

Chase was healed. 'Only physically, though.' He thought, after being brought back to PCA by his parents. After kissing them goodbye numbly, he saw with his own eyes, and with relief, too, that PCA had been told of Zoey dying. Therefore, he wouldn't have to go through it again and tell them himself. Seeing Michael, his heart didn't lighten, and his eyes drifted to the ground.

It was so hard not to cry.

"Hey, man. You okay?" Michael asked, trying to be cheerful for him.

"What do you think?" Chase responded; hurt clear in his eyes as they reflected the ground.

"I think… I think you need time." Michael replied, swinging an arm around Chase's shoulders. Chase gave him an entirely weird, and numb, look. Michael dropped his arm, and waved, sighing as he left.

Chase needed time. That was it, right? A four year crush. A broken heart in the end. 'Not exactly the easiest think to take a pain reliever for...'

Wait. That was it. Suicide. He'd commit suicide. Because, without Zoey, what was the point?

Chase turned, his rather bushy hair blowing in the wind, and came face to face with a familiar red head.

"You." He spat out, eyes going wide with numbness and shock combined.

"Me?" The girl asked, pointing to herself after glancing around.

"Yeah, you. You made me crash. You fucking killed her. You killed her."

Chase grabbed the girl and shook her, tears streaming down his face. The girl stopped him after a few tries, and even though he tried to push away, she held his shoulders firmly, concern and shock in her eyes.

"Who are you?" She asked, eyebrows raised and long red hair blowing in the wind.

"Chase Matthews." Chase replied, a glare forming in his eyes but pure confusion growing on his lips. "And you?"

'Maybe she can help me… No! What! God. Fuck it all.'

The girl half smiled. "Chelsea Robbins."