remember, ill read your stories if you ask me to. give the title. review!

Nicole POV

I was having the nightmare again.

I saw my parents through the thick smoke. We were on the second story of our house. When I touched the wood floors I could feel the heat of the fire through the wood.

Suddenly, a section of the wall ripped away and my parents pulled me back to keep me from falling over. I heard shouting, but it wasn't coming from my parents.

Then the two bloodred eyes appeared out of the smoke. A metallic looking arm reached forward... I screamed...

And then I was awake.

When I first opened my eyes, I saw a bright light. My first thoughts were,'So this is the Light? Man, this is disappointing.'

Then I heard a beeping and felt something on my hand. I tried to move and see what it was,but i couldn't move. At all. It wasnt like anything was restraining me. I just couldn't move.

This...was bad.

I squeezed my eyes shut to block out the light and concentrate on the things around me.

There was something light covering me...another beep...it was bright...another beep...it smelled clean...another beep...it was cold...another beep...

Finally I couldnt take it any more.

"COULD SOMEONE TURN OFF THAT GOD DAMN BEEPING!" I yelled, although it was a hoarse shout. I felt a pain in my throat and just realized how thirsty I was.

Wait... Could you feel pain in heaven? Unless im in hell. But im pretty sure that hell is a lot dirtier and less...clean.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of scurrying feet and I heard murmurs. I opened my eyes a smidge to see that the light was off. With all my strength I raised my head to see a pudgy woman with curly gray hair in crisp white scrubs.

"I see your finally awake." She said in a shocked tone staring at me. "We didn't think you would survive." She must've saw the question mark on my face, 'cause she shook her head and started checking the monitors beside the bed.

"I'm in a hospital?" She nodded. So was I supposed to feel glad? I felt ...more disappointed than glad.

"Sure are,hon, and you..."she paused. "Do you remember anything? Oh, and by the way my name is Darla."

I thought back. I was on my way to school... My clip fell out...I ran back to get it... The police cruiser hit me... I shuddered. I remembered the pain. Looking at Darla, I nodded. "But how did I survive?"

She hit a button on the side of the bed and my back started to lift up in a sitting position. "Well, it's really all a miracle. The good Lord must've been watchin' out for ya that day. The young man that hit you was driving fast enough to have killed you. But when he brought you in here, you had a broken arm and leg, several cuts and bruises, and was unconscious, but you was still breathin'."

I looked towards where my arms and legs would have been, had they not been covered by blankets. "Umm, Darla, could you...?" I nodded towards the blankets and she hurried to uncover me.

I was in a sky blue hospital gown and my right arm was covered in neon yellow casting, as was my left leg. Putting the covers down, Darla asked,"Can you not move at all dear?"

I shook my head. "Umm, who's gonna pay the medical bills?"

Darla looked at me sympathetically. "Oh, sweetheart. I'm sorry, but your foster parent, Phil Darfin, came here and dropped all your stuff here, saying that you weren't his responsibility anymore." She moved aside, showing me the few boxes of possessions I had sitting in a chair in the corner.

I felt a few tears come to my eyes, but I forced them down. I hadn't cried since the day my parents died. I sure wasn't gonna start now.

Sure, I had hated life with Phil, but now I had nowhere to go. Holding my head up high, I looked her square in the eye. "So, who's taking me in now?" Darla shrugged.

I took a deep breath, then closed my eyes, wishing that I could reach up and rub the shard. Almost immediately my eyes flew open. "Is my necklace on my neck still?"

Darla nodded looking at my neck. "Yeah. I like it,too. Spunky. My kind of style."

I smiled at her. "Your cool. Kinda like a grandma who rides motorcycles." Seeing her smile, I smiled even bigger. "You have one don't you?"

"I don't just have one, hon, I have two. "

A few hours later...

I had finally regained feeling after two whole hours. When I had, Darla decided to change the cast. She said it needed change after three days. I had been out for a total of five days.

During the changing, Darla had proved that she was even cooler than I thought.

She had had a X-ray test done while the cast was off. When she got the results, she said a long string of cuss words that even I didnt have the guts to say(in public at least).

When I asked her what was wrong, she just stared at me and said,"Your bones are fully healed. You don't need casts."

Then a few days after the swearing episode, curiosity got the better of me.

"Darla, who was the guy who hit me then brought me in?"

She froze in midstep, then hurried over to the nightstand beside the bed. "Silly me. I forgot. He left his number so you could call him. And I do suggest that you call him. He is a very handsome young man." She said wagging her eyebrows as she shoved a phone and piece of paper in my hands.

She walked out of the room as I stared at the paper. Debating on whether to call him or not, I looked at the paper to the phone and back.

While I was off in Debate Land, I absently dialed the number and put the phone to my ear. Only when a deep voice answer did I come out of it. "Hello?" A pause. "Is anyone-" I didn't hear because I slammed the phone down on the cradle so fast that I popped my arm.

I sat staring at the phone for a minute, as if it would would jump up and bite me. Shivering, I reached for the glass of water that I was given.

All of a sudden, in mid-gulp, the phone rang and it scared me so that I jumped and water ended up coming up my nose. Choking and sputtering, I reached for the phone and answered it?

"Hello?" I said wiping the water off my face.

"Did you just call me?" said a deep voice on the other end.

"Umm...yes?" I squeaked, unsure what to say.

"You see...Im the girl you hit with the police cruiser. You left a number for me to call sooooo...I called it."

The guy on the other end paused. "Im coming to see you." Then I heard a click on the other end.

Ten mintues later, sure enough the curtains around my bed moved. A guy who looked a few years older than me with black hair that was slightly messy and dark brown eyes came in. He had on a black leather jacket and faded jeans. He came and sat on one of the chairs beside the bed. When he came closer I thought I saw that his eyes were flecked with red specks, but dismissed it as my imagination.

I cleared my throat. "So if you want to send me the bill for car repair, I should be able to pay it off. But itll be in like a year."

The guy shook his head. "My car wasn't damaged."

I tilted my head a little. "Weren't you driving a police cruiser? 'Cause you don't look like an officer. You look more like a dude who runs a gang."

He laughed. "Yeah, I just started the force as a part time job. I'm off duty right now. And by the way, my name's Cade." (Sorry, I just don't like the name Barry. It was more sensible, but 'Cade' is way better.)

I smiled. "Well, Cade, my name is Nicole Witwicky."

Sorry it's so short. And boring.

NEXT CHAPTER: Four years after hitting her, Cade and Nicole are going out and Nicole is working at a bar since she's twenty. All of a sudden, Cade tells Nicole to pack up because they're leaving.

The next chapter will be more exciting.