Pentatonix and the Celebration

Chapter 3

Later that day, I woke up in the hospital but could only see Mitch. The tenor singer was pacing by the window, and I felt weak; I realized I could feel my arm; even though it throbbed, I could still feel it. Mitch happened to glance in my direction, and once he saw that I was awake, he instantly rushed to my side. He gently wrapped his arms around me, and my voice was surprisingly strong. Although the rest of my body was weak, my voice was strong. My brown eyes, on the other hand, were glazed with pain.

Me: Mitch, where's Scott and Kirstin?

Mitch sighed and feared the worse, Kirstin was dead or something else. A tremor swept through my already weakened body as Mitch pulled a chair so he could sit down beside me. He kept my hand in his, and I felt secure and safe, but I was also scared about Kirstin.

Mitch: It's okay, sweetheart. Kirstin fell as she followed the paramedics out of the cabin.

My voice shook as I looked into Mitch's concerned, love-filled brown eyes.

Me: Is she okay?

Mitch sensed my fear, and he gently rubbed my beaten back and smiled warmly. I wasn't so easily convinced. I could easily see that his brown eyes were troubled, so it was hard for me to believe that Kirstin was okay.

Mitch: She's okay, sweetheart. Scott took her back to the cabin, but she did have a cut on her arm. When she fell, her arm grazed the side of the door, and somehow there was a nail there. Don't worry; she'll be okay.

I calmed down slowly and held onto his arm. Mitch smiled and continued to help me calm down. My mind suddenly imputed a thought into my mind. It was Mitch's birthday this month! I knew we should do something special for him, but I was scared that it would turn out like Kirstin's party; therefore, I just decided to let Scott handle the main part of it.

It was now July third, and the cabin was completely decorated. The four of us had gone into town to get things for the party and invite my friends that I had decided to invite. We were walking downtown to the tram station when I saw Samantha ahead of us. I instantly walked up to her, and she smiled, wrapping her arms around me.

Me: Hey Samantha!

Samantha Peterson: Oh Kailyn. Thank goodness you're alive.

She hugged me and I knew at that moment she had forgotten that I had seen her just a couple days ago. Jessica must have told her adopted sister that I was dead. When Samantha released me, I saw that her green eyes were dark with agony and were filled with concern.

Samantha: When Jessica told me about the stage collapse, I thought that you had died.

Me: Well, you weren't the only Peterson that thought that I was dead. Your sister thought that I was dead until she attacked me back in June.

Samantha gasped as she received this news. I could tell that Scott shifted slightly beside me, but I ignored him. I could see that Samantha's eyes were still filled with grief and regret. Poor Sam. She really thought and believed that I was dead. All thanks to her adopted sister. Jessica was adopted and ever since she was, Samantha always tried to be a good big sister to her. Jessica even accepted her as her sister and I think that she still does, because why else would she tell Samantha everything. Jessica practically admitted to her sister that she was going to try something terrible at the end of July. That's what was told to me by Samantha. I then realized that Kirstin had grabbed onto my arm and pulled me closer to her. I just simply ignored the fact that she was tense as if she were protecting me. Kirstin, I can handle Samantha. Then Samantha noticed Kirstin and she smiled before sighing with intense relief.

Samantha: Oh I am so glad that you're alive. I heard about what my sister and her new friend did to you. I am truly sorry. I don't know why Jessica is like that, apart from her father.