Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Casualty, or anything else you recognize. I'm not the BBC (British Broadcasting Company).

A/N Again, sorry about the long wait, but I've had homework, tests, rehearsals for a play and other stuff, yeah, lots of stuff. Anyway, enjoy...

## The lyrics are from Ocean Eyes by Owl City – Tidal Wave ##

DennisDaMenace x

KirstyPOV

"Let Zoe and Tess sign your cast, they've wanted to do it for ages," he said, pulling me closer.

"Look, I'd rather not, I need to get going..." I started, but Adam insisted I let them sign it. Sighing, I held out my arm and fished inside my pocket for a marker pen.

Zoe produced her own pen, but I managed to find one lurking in all the crap inside my pockets. I gave it to Tess, and she smiled at me.

I was supporting my arm with my other, free hand. After about three minutes, they'd finished and then Dixie and Polly came over. Sighing, I lifted my hand up again for another three minutes. Ouch.

After ten minutes, of arm aching pain, I gave in and went home. I got into my car, not really caring what anyone would say, and went home to Warren and Nita, who were waiting for me.

I drove up the drive, one handed-ly, (which was very difficult!) and locked the car. Putting the key into the small lock, turning it, and opening the door, I called, "I'm home, Warren!"

"Hey, mum! How's your arm?" Nita asked, noticing my voice and charging towards me.

"Fine, just a little tender, where's your dad?" I asked her, looking all around for Warren.

"Here," he announced. I flinched at the tone of his voice, and backed away slowly, pushing Nita behind me. "Why are you late, again?" he asked, moving closer to me on every word. "You know what happens when you break promises," he snarled, almost forgetting Nita was in the room.

"Nita. Go upstairs, now." I warned, shoving her toward the door. "I'm going to have a little, chat with your father."

She moved silently out of the room, leaving Warren and me alone.

"You cheating BITCH! You were with Adam, weren't yer?" he spat, grabbing hold of my right arm, and twisting it behind my back.

"Warren! Please let go! It hurts!" I cried, trying to shake him off me, but not prevailing.

"There," he laughed, letting go of my arm, and smirking at me. This was just a game for him, a ritual.

"Answer my question!" he said, grabbing be by the throat. Struggling to breathe, I tried to wrench his hand from my neck, but his grip was too strong.

"Warren," I choked, before he moved his hand, but now forming a fist. His knuckles connected with my jaw, and I felt my lip split, blood trickling down my chin. He then punched me in the stomach, threw me onto the floor and kicked my ribcage.

Giving in to the pain, I drifted into unconsciousness.

All my life I wish I broke mirrors, instead of promises

Cause all I see, is a shattered conscience staring right back at me

I wish I had covered all my tracks completely 'cause I'm so afraid

Is that the light at the far end of the tunnel or just the train?

Lift your arms only heaven knows, where the danger grows

And it's safe to say there's a bright light up ahead and help is on the way

AdamPOV

As soon as everyone had signed both my casts, and wished me luck, Jeff drove me home.

He walked me into the house, fetching me a duvet, pillows and some jogging bottoms for the morning, seeing as I wasn't able to 'hop' up the stairs, and made us both a cuppa'.

He collapsed next to me on the sofa, and turned the T.V. on, flicking through the channels.

"Anything you want to watch?" he asked me, handing me the remote.

"No, I don't really watch telly, only if there's a drama or something," I replied.

"Oh yeah, like that new, 'Scott and Bailey' thing in ITV?" he asked, now trying too hard to make a conversation.

"Yeah, when's it on?" I said, now acting intrigued.

"Thursday, I think. Oh, damn it," he cried, reaching into his pocket to get his mobile. "Great. Sorry, Adam. It's Dixie, I gotta go," he said, getting up.

"Listen, mate. Thanks for today, you know," I stammered, not really good at this sort of thing. He nodded and made his way out.

Deciding that I was shattered, I pulled the duvet over me and swung my legs onto the sofa. Falling asleep, I thought about the days past events. The explosion, Kirsty, Warren, Kirsty…

And that makes me feel brave.

Alone on the outside, so tired of looking in

The end is uncertain and I've never been so afraid

But I don't need a telescope to see that there's hope

It hurts just to wake up, whenever you're wearing thin

A/N So what do you think? Review please? I'm gonna start writing a few one-shot/song-fics using a few songs from Owl City's Ocean Eyes album and others. Please tell me what you think in a review or PM me.