Chapter 2

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"Miss Fisher?" I woke with a start as a doctor walked into the room.
I sat up and raised my hand, "I'm Korinna Fisher."

The doctor frowned and told me with sad eyes, "Your father did not make it, I'm sorry."

My vision became blurry, but the tears weren't because I would miss him, it's because he's the only family I had left. Even if he wasn't a good dad, he was my only blood relative left.

A thought dawned on me, "We're there any other people involved in the wreck?"

"Yes, they are still being checked out, but they seem to be alright. There were four men, but nothing Life threatening had been found," the doctor sighed.

  "Can I see them after they are done being checked out?" A few tears escaped through my eyes.

  The doctor nodded, "I will come for you when we are done."

  I walked to the couch I was previously on. I held my head in my hands and let the dam of tears break. It was my fault my mother died, and now my dad and possibly four men could be hurt. I can't do anything right!

  I'm the one who let my father drive drunk. I didn't even try to stop him from leaving out of that door. The tears continued to flow.
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  "Miss fisher, you are able to see the men from the wreck now," the doctor walked in and informed me. I nodded and followed him as he walked out of the waiting room and down the hall. "They are in here. None of them have any major wounds, only bruises and scratches," he opened the door and walked in. I followed, but I kept my distance and kept my head bowed and eyes trained on the floor.

  "Hey, Doc!" A familiar cheery voice greeted. I glanced up and gasped as I saw who the guy was. It was Patrick Stump, the lead singer of Fall Out Boy. I looked at the other men and confirmed it was the rest of the band.

  I would've fangirled, but then I remembered the situation. "This is Korinna Fisher, her father is the one who crashed into you," the doctor, who I still didn't have a name for, introduced me.

  They chorused, "Hey, Korinna." I stood there dumbfounded as they introduced themselves, but I was too shocked to say anything.

  "We're sorry about your dad," Patrick apologized with sadness lacing his voice.

  "No, it's alright. I'm sorry he wrecked into you," I told them. My eyes got watery, but I refused to cry. I was still by the door, so I was surprised when I felt arms wrap around me. Soon, everyone in the room copied Joe's action, except for the doctor.

  "Korinna Fisher?" A new voice broke the group hug.

  "That's me," I spoke up.

  "I'm with the social services, I came to pick you up and bring you to Mrs. Claire's Orphanage. My name is Mrs. Thomas," the last stated. I sighed. I knew it was bound to happen.

  "Alright, can we stop at my house before though?" I questioned. I had to get my mother's things.

  Mrs. Thomas nodded, "Yes, you have a few minutes and then we have to leave," she walked out of the door, leaving me with the doctor and my favorite band.

"Thank you guys for everything. Your music has helped me through everything. It kept me going," I started as my eyes became watery again, "Your videos also helped me. Even just your personalities. You guys kept me going and not just give up. Well it was you and a few other bands, but you guys were the first and the major one. Whenever my dad would get a little... UHMMM.... Irritated, or I was going through a rough patch, I would just lock myself in my room and blast your music in my earphones. Thank you guys for everything, you guys are the reason I'm still here today." The tears were flowing at the end of my mini speech.

Patrick hugged me again, which made the rest of the guys engulf me in a hug. I never met their eyes the entire visit, except at the beginning, but I looked into their eyes at this moment. They were all sad, leading me to cry harder.

"Don't ever give up. Don't let the darkness win. You never have to thank us, it's one of the reasons we perform. We are glad to have helped you, and I don't think this is our last time meeting either," Patrick informed me as I nodded.

** I wrote most of this a long time ago, so I'm sorry if it's bad. Let me know what you guys think!! I've also decided to do Fall Pit Boy songs for each chapter:)**

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