Summary:
Things turn bad when Drake ends up in the hospital b/c of Josh, a mysterious stalker from Drake's past returns, stopping at nothing to get revenge, even murder. Drake falls for a sweet girl, but is scared to let her in his heart b/c of old heartbreaks. R&R!
Disclaimer:
I don't own Drake and Josh, so don't sue me, please. LOL. --begs Nickelodeon for rights to the show so she can make this a "dramatic" humorous angst movie…--
Note to Readers:
This is just a short chapter to bring to rest all of Drake's feelings and thoughts, and to explain things and kind of fill in the gaps. It's kind of odd and different than all of the other chapters, but hopefully it's not too weird. By the way, don't be alarmed by the random letter/number divider thing I used below (instead of just 88888888), because I just thought it'd be fun to mess with it and get a little artistic!
Story: "Party in a Box"
Chapter: "Collapse"; Twenty - Six
Written By: Ginger
Extras:
Italics in "quotation marks" symbolize thoughts of
Drake's.
Credits and copyright information for the song used in this chapter are located at the very bottom of this page, in italics.
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The phone only rung once before somebody picked up, but to Drake it seemed as if it had been almost hours. Everything seemed like it was excruciatingly slow—he just wished he didn't even have to tell the person on the phone what was the matter, but more that they'd simply come right away. Every second that went by made Drake's teeth grit harder and his heart race a beat quicker, because he knew how desperately the wounded teen age girl needed help. Everything was beginning to hit him at once and he almost broke down when the person on the line with him said: "Hello, San Diego police, please state your emergency." and he had to let these thoughts flow through his head, to answer.
"My… my girlfriend is dieing." the thoughts in his head rushed over his open lips. "Okay sir, please tell me what happened, what your name is and since you're on a cell phone, where you are right now." the female voice replied, in a tone that told Drake that the woman understood how grave the situation indeed was. "I'm—I'm Drake Parker." he said, in a weak and helpless, quiet voice: "I'm at my Mom and Dad's house." Realizing that the boy was so estranged from reality at this particular moment, the woman sitting at the desk and staying on the line with him, spoke up in a sympathetic and encouraging voice: "Okay, Drake, now I'm going to need an address. Just try and calm down and think as clearly as you can for a second. That way we can get you as quickly as we can." This little speech snapped Drake back in to the real world and set his head almost completely straight. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, trying for a moment to choke back his tears before quietly bringing himself to say his address.
"Alright, now Drake, please try and tell me what seems to be wrong with your girlfriend." The comforting voice asked, kindly. "She… she's bleeding. She said she was stabbed… and I think she was—around her shoulders or chest. She keeps blacking out and I—I don't know what to do." Drake paused for a minute when he heard Josh step up close behind him and he glanced over his shoulder to catch him in his view. "You got the police?" the brother questioned, gazing toward the cell phone that Drake was holding to his ear. "Yeah, finally. Did you re-lock the door on your way back in?" Drake responded, blankly turning to look back at him. "I sure did. Believe me, I'm too scared to take any chances like that." Josh returned. Suddenly a voice emerged from the phone: "Drake? Are you still there?" "Uh, yeah! I'm sorry." "Do you know how your friend got stabbed?"
The boy froze at this question. "…I…"
"What am I going to do? Can I tell her? Could I possibly tell her that my own… father stabbed my girlfriend? What if she doesn't believe me? No body would believe that! It sounds made up, or… or like I've been watching too many thriller movies!"
"…Hello?" "I don't exactly know why…" he murmured, making Josh look up and cock his head to the side in frowning confusion. "I mean, do you know who stabbed her? Or was it an accident?" the woman asked, trying to get a clear answer.
"What do I say?-! …I guess I have to tell her or otherwise—well, I can't let Anita suffer just because of him any more. Gosh, why does this have to be so hard? There are so many consequences! If I do tell, he could come after me and kill me in a second… and if I don't, Anita could end up worse off than she is now—even dead. Okay, I just can't let that happen. She can't die! Come on, Drake, you have to snap out of this!"
After another dozen seconds or so of complete silence, Josh, who had been able to hear what she asked, spoke up: "Drake!" The boy shook his head and his eyes seemed to clear from their former daze, as he snapped up his head and sighed, holding the cell phone close to his ear and beginning to speak. "She was stabbed by… my Dad. At her own house, I think. She was trying to get to me and warn me of him, so she drove here. She managed to get up the stairs of my house and then she collapsed. I can't tell you the rest, it's just too long a story. But—"
Before Drake could even one more word of his sentence, an unexpected sound at the front door made him stop, as well as Josh, and look up in a flash. The knob rattled roughly and the two boys could see the dark out - line of a jagged body standing out side, through the thick frosted glass. Both of the two teenagers felt their hearts thunder with every single raging blow that was dealt on the unyielding locked door. "Hello? Drake? …Mister Parker?" The boy snapped the phone back up to his ear and knew that he had to tell everything to the woman on the other end of the line, and he had to tell her fast.
"Look, get some cops and paramedics over here as fast as you possibly can! This guy—my Dad—is over here beating on the door. If he was to get in here, he'd kill me and my brother! Please, just please get some body down here!" The pleading, frightened urgency in his voice sent a chill down the middle aged woman's spine, and Josh crossed the few steps to come close to Drake, grabbing his arm. Both boys watched the door as the banging continued, in apparent fear, wondering how long the glass would perhaps last until it shattered, leaving the two of the alone to defend themselves against the mad man. Drake, in a sudden rush of panic, set down the receiver of the phone and looked to Josh, who stood beside him—his eyes widening in fear. Then the thought hit him that perhaps he should have kept on the line with the emergency worker, but now it was too late, and he was much too frightened to think of how to call back. Besides that, what real good would it do? None. The only thing that could possibly help would be a swarm of armed policemen. But no, they had to wait, even though it was excruciating.
"Open up the door, Drake! I know you're there!" an earth shaking, slightly muffled shout came from behind the safety of the front door, along with more loud crashes. "I said let me in! I'm getting in, whether you like it or not! Open the door you wuss!" The cussing phrases that followed made the brown eyed boy shudder against his brother's arm and Josh spoke up in a terrified whisper: "Drake—what do we do?" But Drake seemed that he could do nothing but simply stare at the door, as the heavy man in back of it continued to thrash about. "If he gets inside—Drake, he'll kill us!" "Yeah, I know. But… does it really matter? I mean, he's not coming after you. If he did get in, you could save yourself and hide upstairs. But for me, though… well I hardly even care if he gets to me anymore. He already has gotten to Anita, and so for me, maybe it would just make it better to end that way. Then I could at least… be with her."
"Drake! You don't even know what you're saying anymore, do you? Snap out of this! For my sake. For… Anita's sake, too." "Why for her? It's already too late for her." Drake replied in a dazed whisper. "No it's not! She's not going to die. Unless you do—unless you let your self die. You mean so much to her, that if she made it and you didn't… she wouldn't want to live anymore, either. Listen to me and stop!" Josh's sentence left Drake speechless, but indeed awake and ready to fight for the girl that he loved so much… and the brother he loved so much, too. No matter what happened, he knew that he couldn't just give up and let Anita die before his eyes, after all—she was the only thing he really wanted.
You were the one
That I couldn't find
Hidden away
In the depths of my mind
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Why did I let you go
You're too good to be true
I messed it up
And now I don't know what to do
We ran in circles
And wasted time
From right to wrong
From right to wrong
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If I knew that you were mine
Then I wouldn't have wasted time
I wish I could erase the past
Now it's all collapsed in my lap
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I over thought
So locked in my heart, yeah
There you stand
Your blue eyes hidden underneath your hood
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Why did I let you go
You're too good to be true
I messed it up
And now I don't know what to do
We ran in circles
And wasted time
From right to wrong
From right to wrong
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If I knew that you were mine
Then I wouldn't have wasted time
I wish that I could erase the past
Now it's all collapsed in my lap
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My mind is blank
Just like a clean slate
Will I meet another girl
And the same name
With the Converse shoes I gave
Will she have the same laugh?
Wear that cute little hat
Bet I'll make another mistake
And think she's just another fake
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Wish I could erase the past
I wish I could bring you back
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If I knew that you were mine
Then I wouldn't have wasted time
I wish I could erase the past
Now it's all collapsed in my life
If I knew that you were mine
Then I wouldn't have wasted time
I wish I could erase the past
Now it's all collapsed in my lap
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© Copyright 2005, Alyson Michalka "Collapsed" from the album "Rush".
