You Saved My Life - A Danisnotonfire fanfic

Part 2

Im retyping this because I found Shayne's story :D yaay. Before, if you didn't know, I couldnt find this chapter, so I rewrote it myself. But as soon as I finished, I opened my closet and it came fluttering out. Im serious. No, im not sirius, he's dead. Let me go cry about that. I just

Plus, I now know the plot, and once summer rolls around for me (next week) Shayne won't be able to give me any more parts. So she told me the plot, and I will continue to write. (I may change the whole devil part, Shayne. Def keeping other parts. BUT I DON'T WANT *SOMEONE COMING UP* TO DIE SO I'M CHANGING THAT TOO.

Ok, enjoy.

   I woke up with a jolt. For a long second, all I saw was a blur of white and grey. After a couple of minutes, my eyes finally adjusted and I realized I was in a hospital room. The soft, crisp sound that eminated from the bleached white blanket on me seemed surreal. The machines that were attached to my arm with crystalline tubes bleeped and buzzed. I shifted to search the room; I had no rational memory of what occured last night. In short, my brain waves only short-circuited to the present, as in right now. A thick bandage was stuck to my left temple, and my arm was caught in a sling. All this still seemed so surreal, but the slight throbbing in my head proved otherwise.

    The door opening slightly with a creak caught my rapt attention. My mom peeked her head in. Her eyes lit up at the sight of me awake. She pulled herself into the quiet room, allowing herself to sit on the end of my tranquil hospital bed. I felt comfortable by my mother's appearance.

     "Hi, sweetie." Mom took my one hand and gently squeezed it. I noticed relief in her voice. "I'm glad you're alive."

      "Yeah, so am I." I yawned, still feeling quite groggy. "What happened last night?" I asked the one question that still haunted me.

       A tight line found it's way on my mother's mouth. She looked thinner and more tired than usual; she had bags under her sad eyes. I felt really guilty, seeing my own mother look so conflicted from whatever had took place last night. Her long, stringy hair hung loose past her shoulders in a gaunt way. Immediately, I just wanted to forget yesterday's memory, and just move on with my life. It wasn't that important, anyway.

         Mom fiddled with the silver rose ring on my index finger. She seemed like she was stalling the truth. At last, she looked at me squarely in the eye.

         "Last night was out of the ordinary, that much I can say. You were attacked by three men after you got lost trying to find the party. I knew something was wrong when I got a text from your friend, Shayne. She said she couldn't find you anywhere! I was driving around town looking for you, but then I got a call from the local hospital saying that a young man had found you. He had carried your unconcious body five miles from where he'd found you. You suffered a head wound, loss of blood, and a broken arm. I stayed here overnight, wondering if I would ever get my little girl back."

        "Did you see the man who helped?" I questioned. The hurt expression on my poor mother's face made me want to cry. She nodded her head slowly.

        "Yes. In fact, he's right here."

        As if on cue, a short, but quiet, knock sounded on the door. I arched an eyebrow at my mom. She just glanced over her shoulder casually.

       "He's here, Paige. Come on in!" Mom called out.

       The door slowly opened about a crack. To my astonishhment, a boy a little older than me stepped into the room. His dark brown hair glistened unnder the flourescent lights, and his body language showed exhaustion. Somehow, his eyes flicked towards me with mild interest. His shirt and jeans were rumpled and creased, with dark stains and torn holes covering most of his soiled clothes. I noticed a small scar on his pale cheek, close to his right eye. He must have sensed my attention on his wound, because he quickly turned away, hiding his face.

       My mom pulled herself to her feet. She smiled kindly at the stranger, who had seated himself in a metal chair across the room. I watched him with curiousity.

       "Well," Mom exhaled an enthusiastic breath. "I will leave the two of you alone here. I need to talk with the doctor."

     I got the message that she wanted me to chat with this guy. Alone. "Sure." I replied with uncertainty. Once my mom finally left- with the door open slightly- silence was all that lingered in the atmosphere. I folded my knees to my chest, wondering what I could say. Maybe I wouldn't have to talk at all; the guy seemed far too tired to even move his mouth. I stared nervously at my fingernails. I suddenly wished mom had stayed put.

     Suddenly, the boy looked up at me. As I saw his face, he stirred up a memory inside of me. Like I remember him from my past, like I know who he is. Like, I remember him and somebody else, and they never seperated. They were best friends. Either my mind is foggy, or I'm crazy. He didn't act like he was at all excited to start a conversation. "So," he began. "I see you've actually gotten better. Exactly what Dr. Hubert had predicted. I thought you'd never wake up."

    Really?" i shrugged, careful not to move my broken arm. "Was the struggle last night that bad?"

    "Let's just say you didn't exactly put up a fight." He gave me a rather rueful smile. I flinched at his vague insult.

    I made an attempt to hide the blush creeping onto my face. I changed the subject. "Who are you anyway?" I asked.

     He leaned back in his seat comfortably.

     "Dan." He answered. The name just added onto the fuzzy memories.

    "Paige. Paige Lawrence." I added, trying to sound important.

    "I know who you are. Trust me." Dan grinned mischeivously.