A/N: I'm glad you like this story. I know I have like 6 other stories that I have to update, but I'm not really getting any ideas for them right now. I'll try my best to update them though, I promise.

My Heart Will Go On: Part 2

"Oh my god." Trish said running backstage and hugging Mike. "I made it!" She yelled happily.

"I know, I heard. Congratulations." He said hugging her back.

"Where's John?" She asked looking around.

"Trish…" Mike started. Trish turned to look at him and saw that he had a look of sadness on his face. "There's something you need to know," Trish looked at him confused. "about John."

Trish nodded sitting on the couch next to them. "What about him?"

"Trish… when you were out on stage, a police officer came up to me. And, he told me the reason John didn't show up."

"Mike, just tell me." She said curiously. "What happened?"

"John… he… he was late getting here, and he was speeding, he ran a red light and a drunk driver hit him, the car went through a guardrail, into a ditch, and hit a tree."

Trish gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. "He's okay isn't he?" She asked as tears started to form in her eyes.

"No, Trish, he's not. You see, he wasn't wearing a seat belt, and when the car hit the tree he was thrown through the windshield. They found his body about six feet from where the car was. I'm sorry Trish." Mike said sighing.

"No… no, he's not dead, he can't be dead. You're lying, you never liked him. You're just trying to get me to believe that John is dead." Trish said getting up and walking away from Mike.

"No, Trish. I'm not lying, he's gone. I'm sorry."

One Week Later

Mickie walked into Trish's house and looked for her. Trish didn't show up for John's funeral and Mickie was worried. She found Trish sitting on the couch in the living room, she had her legs up on the couch and was staring at the wall, with no expression on her face. "Trish, why didn't you go to the funeral?" Mickie asked sitting down next to her.

Trish looked at her, her eyes were red and puffy and her face was stained with tears. "Because." She replied quietly.

"Trish, everyone is worried about you. Mike and I have been calling you constantly all week and you haven't returned any of our calls. You haven't been in school, we're worried."

"Well, don't be. I'm fine. I'm not two years old."

"I know that. But…." Mickie looked around and saw that none of Trish's stuff was packed. "Why isn't your stuff packed? You leave for New York in two days."

"I'm not going." Trish said wiping a few tears from her face.

"What? Why not?"

"Because, John is the only reason I even auditioned. He's the one who talked me into it. And now he's gone. I'm not going."

"You have to go, Trish. John would want you to."

"But…" Mickie quickly cut Trish off.

"You're going, you've wanted to go to Juliard for five years. You're not going to not go because John is gone. You're going, go pack." Mickie said standing up and grabbing Trish's arm. "Come on, I'll help you." Mickie said pulling Trish up the stairs.

Two Days Later

Trish sighed as she walked into the Miami Airport. She was scared to death of flying, and having to take a plane to New York City scared the shit out of her. She turned to Mike and Mickie and weakly smiled.

"I guess this is it." Trish said hugging Mike. "I'll miss you."

"We'll miss you too, but you deserve this. You'll do great there." Mike replied as Trish pulled away from him, and hugged Mickie.

"Flight 35 to New York City is now boarding."

Trish sighed again and handed the flight attendant her ticket and started to walk down the long hallway that would lead her to the plane. She turned around quickly and waved goodbye to Mike and Mickie.

The Plane

When Trish got on the plane she took a seat by the window and buckled the seatbelt. She rested her head against the back of her seat and breathed deeply.

"Hello today passengers. We will be taking off in a few short minutes so please make sure you are in your seats and your seatbelts are securely fastened. Thank you."

As the plane was taking off Trish took one last look out the window. "New York, here I come." She mumbled unenthusiastically.

A/N: What did you think? R&R. 