Okay, so I realized that I barely have any Paul in this story. So I decided to write a chapter just for him.

November 22

Paul's P.O.V

(Paul's dream)

It was the early spring, still slightly chilly. A cool gust of fresh air blew though the open window of my small house. Outside I could see small buds starting to form on the edges of the tree's. Grass was turning a pale green as flowers started to pop up from the newly refreshed earth.

I was currently in my bedroom, packing up a suitcase to go to my parents house for the week.

Finally finishing, I closed the suitcase and went outside to load it into my old car.

Waiting outside was my girlfriend, Naomi and my four year old daughter, Mirra. Mirra was happily running around the yard chasing butterflies. She was getting horribly dirty, the bottoms of her blue overall dress covered in mud and grass stains over her white socks. I didn't care if she got dirty because she was just going to get even dirtier playing with her cousins once we got there, but Naomi had a different perspective. She was chasing Mirra around, trying to get her to stay still but was without success.

She then saw me and a large smile spread on her face. She ran up to me, jumping up and down as a way of trying to get me to pick her up. Naomi used that opportunity to grab Mirra and put her in her car seat while I put my bag in the trunk.

Once we got everything calmed down, we were off.

We were about five minutes away from my parents house. Mirra was drawing in her Disney Princesses coloring book. Naomi was quietly starring outside the window. We all sat in a comfortable silence as we drove, the only sound came from the wind blowing out the opened windows.

"Hey Paul," Naomi said, " Traffics kinda heavy, don't you think."

"Yeah..." I agreed. "I was thinking that too."

We heard a police siren in the distance. Mirra shot up from her coloring book and looked around like she was on alert for something. Naomi looked behind us, only to realize the sirens were in front of us. I decided to pull over to let them pass.

I pulled into the turning lane and watched a speeding car zoom past us, followed by three police cars. I looked at Naomi, who just shrugged. I didn't think anything of the speeding car, figuring it was just a high speed chase or a robbery. That is till we heard Mirria whimper.

"D-daddy!" She pointed out the window. We turned to where she was pointing and saw a rusty old car. It was swerving on both sides of the rode, obviously speeding. Naomi screamed , clinging into the side of the door with her eyes squeezed shut. I tried to shove the keys into the slot, but my hands were so shaky I dropped them. I cursed, hiring the dashboard and trying to grab them as fast as I could.

I was too late. The car had been right beside us when it deserved and hit us head on. Glass shattered, and the engine started sparking wildly, causing a fire at the hood of the car. I heard Mirra scream, but I never saw the reason why, because a large piece of glass hit my stomach, causing me to lose consciousness.

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I woke up on a hard surface. Groaning, I tried to sit up, but a stabbing pain in my stomach caused me to double over. Someone put there arm over my shoulder and helped me sit up. I was out of breath like I had just ran a mile. My vision was blurry for a few seconds, and when it came back into focus, I found myself laying on a hard meddle cot in the middle of an ambulance.

The person helping me sit up was a nurse, with long blond hair and blue eyes. Her nametag said 'Jessie'.

I tried to remember what happened and why I was in hear. The door to the ambulance was opened. I saw my car, completely destroyed with windows blown out and pieces falling off. I saw another car close to mine, also destroyed. That's when I remembered, and thatthat's when I realized...

"Where's Naomi and Mirra!?"

The nurse, Jessie, seemed to flinch just the slightest bit. "The little girl's in the other ambulance, and the woman..."

"And the woman what?" I asked. "What happened?"

Jessie whispered at my tone of voice. "S-she...she..."

I was getting frustrated. "She what!"

"She's dead!" Jessie blurted out. "She died only a few minutes after the crash.I'm sorry"

Naomi...dead? She's dead. Died? Gone. She's not here anymore. I kept repeating that in my mind, but my heart didn't want to believe it. Just 24 hours ago we were all happily living together in that small house. The house we'd lived in for nearly five years. Ever since Mirra was born.

Mirra...

"Where's my daughter!?" I screamed, shooting up despite the pain in my stomach. "Tell me she's okay!"

"She's in the other ambulance." Jessie said. "But sir, you need to-"

I jumped up and pushed her out of the way, running outside and locating the other ambulance. I bolted towards it,ignoring Jessie and the other doctors calls for me to come back.

In the ambulance, there was a dark haired nurse. She noticed me, but never said anything because I pushed her out of the way, revealing Mirra, laying on a cot with bandages covering her entire body. She was connected to a pure oxygen mask. She appeared to be sleeping sounding, but I could tell from the trembling of her limbs that she was in some sort of pain.

I walked to the edge of her bed. Slowly, I brushed a stray piece of hair from her eyes, which caused them to flutter open.

"D-daddy?" Her voice was soft and quiet, meaning she didn't have much energy.

"Daddy's here sweetie." I said. "Its okay."

"Daddy, are we at grandma and grandpa's house?"

I gave her a best attempt at a smile. "Yeah, you fell asleep in the car so we brought you up to bed."

Mirra nodded slowly. "Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Her eye slowly started to droop, till they closed completely. She took a deep breath in her sleep. The trembling stopped, and she slept soundly.

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I stood waiting outside a hospital room while the doctors examined Mirra. I paced from side to side, waiting for the doctors to call me into the room and tell me my daughter is okay.

Finally, a nurse called my name. I was in the hospital room within seconds. In the room, Mirra was hooked up to a large machine. A heart monitor beeper regularly, meaning her heart rate was normal. She was asleep, like she had been for the last three days since the crash.

"Mr. Blofis." A young doctor called from the corner of the room. It made me jump when he suddenly made his appearance.

"Is she okay?" I snapped, to impatient to bother with introductions.

"She's stable." The doctor responded. "But..."

"What!" I snapped yet again. I had lost my girlfriend, I did not want to hear any bad news about my daughter.

"I'm afraid she's gone into a coma." The doctor said. "When or if she will wake up is unknown."

My eyes widened. "A coma?"

The doctor nodded sadly. I clenched my fist at my side, squeezing my eyes shut and resisting the erge to punch a hole in the wall. But instead, I just sighed and Wales out of the room.

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-two weeks later-

"So, do you think she's close to waking up?" My brother, David asked from across the kitchen table.

"I don't know."

David nodded and got back to reading the morning paper. I had been staying at him home for a while. There was no way I could go back to my own house. It held way to many horrible memories.

I starred out the window at the cars passing on the freeway, none of them aware of how much harm simply driving in a car had caused.

"You know," David began, putting the paper down on the table. "It is possible that she may never..."

"Don't say things like that!" I snapped. David flinched, but eventually sighed and picked up his paper again.

"Even if she does wake up" he said, "that doesn't keen she'll be the same old Mirra. Maybe you should start thinking about what you'd do if she doesn't."

I turned to glare at him, but my expression seemed to soften as I pondered what he said.

"I just don't want to think like that."

David nodded, understanding why I wouldn't want to imagine things like that.

"Have you even visited Naomi's grave yet?"

I didn't answer, but got up quickly and left the table.

-six months later-

I continued to pack a box full of old clothes. I couldn't stay here in Georgia anymore. It held far to much pain. It had been too long. If Mirra was ever going to wake up, she would've already.

I was moving to New York. It was far away, and it had plenty of job opportunities. I think it was the perfect place for a new life. A place I can go where I can forget.

I loaded the final box into my car. I had recently got a new car, a blue Prius. I looked at my house one last time, then took off driving.

I didn't go towards the airport at first. I quickly drove, parking I into the parking lot of the hospital.

A few nurses greeted me as I walked in. Mirra's room was on the first floor, not far from the entrance. I found it with ease. The doctor greeted me as I walked in, but I played him no mind.

Mirra layed on the bed, sleeping soundly, just as she had been for the last half a year. The coma had not kept her from growing though. She had grown at least half an inch. Her hair had gotten longer. Her once chin length hair was now to her shoulders.

I smiled at the image of my sleeping daughter, as if I had cane into her bedroom to check on her at midnight, eagerly waiting for her to wake up the next morning.

"Hey sweetie, are you having a nice dream?"

Mirra, of course, didn't answer, but her chest moved up and down slowly, making me think that she heard.

"I came here to say good-bye, sweetie." I said, clenching into my leather jacket. "I can't stay here anymore. I'm sorry." I slowly bent down and kissed her on the forehead. "But I don't think I'll be seeing you again.

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(End of dream)

I bolted up in bed, a bit of sweat dripping off my brow. I looked to my left. Sally wasn't there. She must have already woken up.

I walked out of my room and into the living room. Out there, I saw Percy, still in his pajamas,.with Mirra on his shoulders. Mirra was happily laughing as Percy bounced her up and down. In her arms was her favorite stuffed dolphin. They then saw me and greeted.

"Hey Paul!"

"Hi daddy!"

The door to the kitchen opened. Sally walked out holding a plate of blue pancakes. I noticed the table was sat for breakfast.

"Oh, Paul, your up. Breakfast!"

The next thing I knew, I was sitting at the breakfast table with a stack of blue pancakes on my plate. Percy was pouring blue syrup on his and Mirra's pancakes. Sally sat down with an empty glass.

"Percy, will you pass the Orange juice?"

Percy nodded, but instead of passing it, he snapped his fingers and an orb of juice floated up from the pitcher and into sallys cup. Mirra laughed and started clapping. She absolutely loves Percy's power. Sally just sighed.

"Percy, no water bending at the table."

"Sorry mom."

Looked out at everybody, I found myself laughing. I never though I'd be in the middle of craziness like that, but I didn't care. No matter what any of our pasts were, we were all a family. And I love this family more than anything.