Yes people, I know this chap is short. I want to thank all of you who reviewed the last chap, you guys made my day =) Enjoy!

Ivoryyy

PS. I'm trying to make this story as non-spyish as possible. So Cammie doesn't know any Kung-Fu crap or whatever. If I start going into that sort of dark and gloomy direction, WARN ME!!!

My red shoes contrasted with the stark white walls and floors. I felt like I stood out too much. Well, I always did here. I scolded myself for wearing these heels; they made so much noise in the quiet hospital.

I saw a familiar doctor and waved to her. "Hi, Linda."

"Good morning, Cameron."

"Can I go in?" I asked, pointing at the door at the end of the hall.

She glanced over there. "Of course. I'll make sure you have some privacy."

I thanked her and took a deep breath as I neared the door. I pushed it open and forced myself to look at my mother lying in the hospital bed, so pale and frail. Lying there in a coma for 2 years already.

I gave a tight smile. "Hi, mom." I pulled up a chair nearby her and placed my bag on my lap. "So… I met a famous guy today. And completely made a fool of myself in front of him because I didn't know he was famous…"

I looked around the room, tapping my manicured nails on my bag. It seemed quiet. Too quiet.

I slumped back in my chair. "Nick went to check on dad a few days ago. He said he was a bit better." I took my mom's cold, unresponsive hand. "You'll be better. I promise."

Ever since the accident my dad hadn't been able to take it. So he'd moved to the countryside, only coming to the city to get drunk pretty much every night. I'd stayed with my brother. We shared an apartment here and we both got along well. We supported eachother. He had a job and I'd handle things around the house and went out 3 times a week to do my job as a waitress. I got to wear this sexy outfit, usually getting me tips from men.

"So, um, I got a job interview in New York. I don't know if I should go or not. It's a really good job and I'd be able to help the family a lot and everything… But that's not a reason enough to me. Is there a reason not to go?" I asked, hoping for some sign of responsiveness, even if it was the slightest twitch of her fingers. "Yeah, I thought so. None. But is there a reason to either?" My eyes stung. I was talking to myself. Why was I even here? I kept talking, anything to keep going and not think about the accident that got my mother here. "We're doing fine. Nick and I. He misses you. He told me he came to visit you."

I reached in my bag. "I almost forgot." I took out the dainty, flowery necklace. "It's beautiful isn't it? I got it for you. You're going to wear it when we celebrate the day you get out of this hospital. You had a matching dress somewhere at home." I realized I was speaking in past tense and my throat constricted. "I want to go mom. I want to get that job. I want to get out of here. I'm tired of being dragged down by others. You'd be yelling at me everyday for me to get a decent job or why am I not going to university. And you know what I'd tell you? I'd tell you that I have no future. Any dreams I had of becoming someone are gone. they all died in that accident." I felt tears escaping my eyes and I brushed them away angrily. "But you're not telling me these things. You're not yelling at me." I put my forehead on the bed and cried silently.

The door opened and I glanced at whoever came in. It was my brother. "Hey, Cam. I thought you'd be here. You left your phone at home so I was gonna give it to you." He noticed my tears and sat down beside me. He wrapped his arms around me gently and said. "Cam, it's going to be okay. I promise. Everything will be fine."

My face scrunched up as I desperately tried not to cry. Not to be weak. But I couldn't. "Why won't she wake up, Nick?"

He shook his head. "I don't know, Cam."

I let go of my bag and hugged him around his neck. "Do you think she can hear us?"

"I like to think she can."

I smiled. That was my brother, always the optimist. I was a lucky girl. As lucky as a girl can be with a dad as an alcoholic and a mom in a coma. Oh yes, very lucky.

So for each chap I'm going to have songs that relate to it somehow. For this one it's...

It Only Hurts When I'm Breathing- Shania Twain

www. youtube. com/watch?v=jt_1CyxMVh0