A/N: Another new chapter for you guys :) This one is all in Mitchie's POV, sorry, but Shane will be in the next chapter, I promise. Anyways, I think I'll just explain myself before you guys read the chapter- I just got my license not long ago (and no guys, I'm not 16, I just got it late) and in order for my insurance to be cheaper I had to watch this video which explained at least four different people's car accidents in detail... Mitchie's is a little mixture of two of them. The examples in the video were all extreme, but I figured I might as well use a few of the specific details from the video instead of just imaginging up my own accident scene. So all of this- what happened to Mitchie and Aunt Clara- is basically a true story, except slightly changed. That's all :) Anyways, on with the story! Review, please? ;D
Disclaimer: Umm... no, I don't own Camp Rock... silly FF.
Now I'm in our secret place
Alone in your embrace
Where all my wrongs have been erased
You have forgiven
All the promises and lies
All the times I compromise
All the times you were denied
You have forgiven
All was finally quiet. There was no screaming. There was no sirens. There was no chaos, no crying, nothing except for a low, steady beeping noise. It was almost peaceful, if I could only erase both my memories of earlier, and the pain that bolted through my body.
No noises, no frightening noises. Although before, I had wished the voices would stop, now the silence seemed uncomfortable. Where was I? Was I dead? No, most likely not- I knew in my heart I wasn't. Sure, it sounds rather silly, but I'm not able how to describe it. I just know I'm not dead- although I suspect I was, or am still, quite near to it.
Something tells me I'm not alone, though, and I hesitate, knowing someone else is... wherever I am, with me possibly, but I'm just not sure who. I'm almost afraid to open my eyes to find out- some strange sixth sense makes me want to cower at the evil feeling accompanied with the person's presence. I hate having a sixth sense.
Suddenly, there's a new voice I haven't heard before, and the sound of heavy footsteps thudding against what I think is probably tile, and stopping a few feet short of where I'm lying. I tense up, still uncertain as to the two people who are currently next to me are, and wishing I could find the strength to force my eyes open, so I could figure out what in the world was going on around me. Nothing was making sense so far. One moment, there was screaming and crying and all sorts of terrible noises, and the next, nothing... with the exception of that blasted clicking noise.
"Mr. Torres? I believe it's time for you to go home- visiting hours are almost over." The new voice spoke, and every part of my body froze, as if quite uncertain I was actually hearing things straight. Maybe this whole experience, starting with Camp Rock, had just been a dream. A dream full of heart break, love, lies, truth, and most importantly, finding myself. Maybe none of it had been real...
A sigh came from next to me- and I knew this was no dream. The person didn't speak, didn't respond to the other voice in anyway, but suddenly I was aware of the fact someone was holding my hand, squeezing it gently, and I knew just who it was. Daddy.
I wanted to open my eyes, more than anything else. I had to open my eyes- I had to see my father again, I had to speak to him, I had to return his loving touch. With all my strength, I willed my eyes to work with me, forcing myself to fight with every last ounce. And finally, I succeeded.
Everything was blurry, unfocused, and dull. There was no splash of color anywhere, just the same dull, grayish white color everywhere. I couldn't make out shapes, just the same plain white, and I groaned, attempting to make my eyes focus. I felt the person beside me stir suddenly, and I felt the grip on my hand tighten, which only made me fight more.
"She's awake..." The voice that had spoken before now had a new air about it, one filled with excitement and astonishment, and I knew the voice hadn't expected this. Maybe it had never expected me to wake up, at all.
Blinking again, as my vision slowly became clearer, I finally put a face on the voice. A man wearing a white cloak, with a clipboard in hand and a look of surprise on his face, stared back at me almost disbelievingly. It took only a few seconds for me to realize he was a doctor. Doctor... I must be in the hospital... I briefly realized, although how I'd come to be here, I wasn't sure.
However, it wasn't the doctor that had my attention. It was the man sitting in the chair beside my bed, tears coming down his face as he held onto my hand as if for dear life, looking as though he wanted to spring up and hold me, but refrained from doing so as to not overwhelm me. I opened my mouth, ignoring the pain I felt in my throat, and squeezed his hand back.
"Daddy." My voice cracked before I could even finish the one word, but it was enough. He turned to look at me, not hiding the raw emotion on his face, and reached out to touch my cheek, his touch soft and tender as he brushed my cheek with his finger before pulling away.
"Mitchie... my baby..." He muttered, and I could feel warm tears cutting pathways down my cheeks at his words. Simple though the were, they were the first words I'd heard from him in over three years. I wanted to throw my arms around him and just weep, but I knew I couldn't. Not yet, anyways.
"Daddy." I repeated again, hardly able to get the word past my tongue. After all these years of believing he was dead, I couldn't help the shock I felt at the fact he was alive, well, and right in front of me, holding my hand as if his very life depended on it- as if, now that he had me back in his grasp again, he would never let me go. And I truly believed him- he wouldn't leave again.
"What happened?" I croaked, my voice still raw and sore, and the doctor (thankfully) handed me a glass of water, allowing me to empty the cup before he spoke.
"Do you remember anything?" He asked, instead of answering me directly, and I hesitated, closing my eyes and trying to think.
Aunt Clara and I were arguing about something- wait, we had been arguing over my father, because she'd known the entire summer that he was alive and had never told me. I remember raising my voice and yelling at her, I remembered fighting with her. I remember my phone interrupting us, I remember getting Shane's text... Shane...
"Shane." I choked out, suddenly remembering his text, and realizing how worried he must be. "Shane... where is Shane?" I asked, obliviously looking around. My father's brow furrowed together, and he cocked his head in my direction.
"Shane? Who's Shane?" He glanced from me to the doctor, who shrugged to say he didn't know, and I felt like crying out. Shane... where was Shane? Was he okay? Did he know about what had happened... what had happened, anyways?
"Please, my phone... I need my phone." I asked, attempting to hide the rising fear from my tone, and the doctor hesitated.
"There's plenty of time for that later, Miss Torres," He began, but I cut him off instantly. I had to talk to Shane.
"I need my phone, please." I whispered, and with a nod, the doctor drew something from a draw in his counter and handed it over to me. I cradled it, giving a sigh of relief. Clicking on the screen, I instantly noticed my missed calls.
Shane, Shane, and Shane again... I suddenly felt guilty, although I knew I had no control over what had happened. Someone should have informed him of everything, so he would know what had happened.
"I need to call him." I insisted, noting I had one new voice mail and raising the phone to my ear after pressing 'listen'. Shane's tired, nervous voice came through on the other end of the line, and I could tell he was unsettled. His very voice, however, brought me comfort, and I closed my eyes, sucking in a deep breath as I listened to him.
"Hey Mitchie, it's Shane... please call me back, I need to talk to you..." He cut himself off- I knew him well enough to know he'd wanted to say more, but had refrained from doing so, and the line clicked. 'No more new messages' The phone operator's voice told me, and I dropped the phone onto my lap, reaching out and dialing Shane's familiar number. A hand on top of mine, however, stopped me in my tracks. My father was gently prying the cell phone out of my grasp, shaking his head softly.
"There's plenty of time for that later, for now, you should listen." His tone was soft, and although he was partially scolding me for my impatience, I wasn't bothered. In fact, I complied, although I couldn't stop thinking about Shane, probably still waiting, his phone in his hand, staring at the screen and waiting for me to call. My heart ached at the very thought of how worried he must be. The doctor, however, was talking now, breaking me free from my thoughts.
"You had an accident, you and your Aunt." At the mention of Aunt Clara, I jumped, attempting to sit up straight but failing due to an extreme burst of pain coming from my back and shoulder.
"Aunt Clara. Is she alright?" I burst out, and the doctor hesitated, glancing from my father and back to me again, seemly reluctant to speak. Finally, he opened his mouth, and I felt a sense of panic wash over me.
"Your Aunt is in ICU, in critical condition, and we're not sure if she'll be alright yet. She's going into surgery in a hour, we'll know more then." He replied gently, as if he wished he didn't have to tell me, and once again, tears were streaming down my face. It was all my fault- this was all my fault. If it hadn't been for me getting so worked up, Aunt Clara would be alright. I would be okay. We'd all be home, happy and fine, and not messed up.
"What happened?" I asked, forcing myself to ask the dreaded question, although I knew I wouldn't want to know, I knew that I had to find out. I had to know what had happened.
"Your car jumped off the road and hit a tree." The doctor swallowed, and I felt my dad's hand gripping my own tighter. My chest tightened as I waited for his dreaded words. "The car was smashed to pieces, bent in half from the force of the impact. Thankfully, paramedics managed to arrive on the scene rather quickly, and were lucky to be able to remove you and your Aunt from the wreck." He hesitated again, and I nodded to tell him to continue.
"According to onlookers, it was a horrible scene. Your Aunt went through the windshield when the car hit the tree- you would've, too, except..." He seemed uncertain to finish talking, probably wondering how much I could take. I swallowed but allowed him to finish. "Except that one of the tree's limbs went through the car, extending all the way to the other side, right through your shoulder, pinning you to the car's seat. You're lucky indeed, Miss Torres, because if that branch had been anywhere else, you most certainly would be in a much worse position right now." I didn't realize I was crying until I felt the tears roll down my face. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right that Aunt Clara had been the one hurt, or should I say hurt much worse than myself, because we'd both been injured.
"Your lower back was also crushed from the impact- although we did surgery on you, and it seems we've taken care of most of the damage. You'll have to be careful, I'd probably describe a wheel chair for about a week after you're released."
My dad's hand gripped my own, and I realized he hadn't let me go, even once, the entire time I'd been awake. And even before that... I'd felt someone there. He hadn't left my side at all.
"Can I see Aunt Clara?" I asked, my voice a whisper. Although I knew they would refuse to let me go and see her, I knew that I had to at least ask. With a sorry expression, the doctor shook his head.
"I'm sorry Miss Torres, perhaps at another time once she's in a stable condition and you're feeling a little better." He replied, and a fresh round of crying began.
"Don't cry, Mitchie." My father's arm wrapped around my fragile body, being careful not to hurt me further, and I gratefully returned the hug, burying my face into his shirt and crying onto his shoulder.
I couldn't shake the feeling that things would never be the same again.
A/N: So, any thoughts about Mitchie's dad? *evil smirk* Review! ;D