Part Two: Awakening

"Is she okay?"

 

Voices...

 

 

"I dont know. She took a pretty bad hit to the head."

Ow... what’s that stinging?

"Look, shes moving!"

I know that voice...

"Grab me a damp towel."

Light... Ow, that light...HISS!

"Why do I have to do everything?"

Could that voice get any whinier?

"Yes. Now go!"

"Fine."

"Fine!"

I open my eyes to a scruffy tan eye glassed face. I blinked hard. That pain. Whether it was from the bright light that dangled above us or the huge gash on my head, I had a major migrane.

"Are you okay?" His deep voice came out with a tint of concern.

"I-I-" I didn't know what to say. It was if my tongue or my brain wouldnt work. Either way I couldn't answer.

"Hey, you're up!" A slim figure came into view. "You had a pretty bad gash."

"I- what happened?" I looked around the room.

I was in a bus. I could feel the hard cushion seat underneath me and I could see the sprawl of mens cloths and beer cans. I saw the edge tinted windows and the dark colored walls. What really caught my eye were the two men before me. I knew them from somewhere but my brain refused to pin point where. One was tall and slim figured. I could see his feathery brown hair fall around his elfin featured face and his light eyes fall upon me. The other was tan and not as tall. He wore a baseball cap a little off to the side and dark rimmed glasses. He also had two big dark earrings in each ear and wore a huge hoody over his body.

"Well, this guy happened to be attacking you. Our friend Jesse got to him before he could do any serious damage though. When he brought you here you were completely passed out." Replied the tan one.

"What did happen to Jesse?" The thin one asked as he leaned against the wall of the bus and crossed his arms.

"I dont know. He ran off." The tan one put the damp cloth the thin one handed him and dabbed the cut on my head.

"Ow." I winced and pulled back.

"Hold still." The tan one mumbled. "I need to clean that wound before it gets infected."

"Who are you guys?" I looked at both of them trying to keep away from the death cloth.

The thin one smirked and half laughed as if the answer was so obvious, and truthfully, as he did this it was. Before either of them could answer my brain kicked in and matched their faces to the names.

"You're William Beckette from the Academy Is." My brown eyes widened.

The thin one flipped his brown hair out of his eyes and smirked. "The one and only."

"And you're Travis from Gym Class Heroes."

The tan one simply smiled and gave a curt nod. "What, no last name?."

"Then-then who's tour bus am I on?"

"Hey, I got some bandages from the first aid people." A deep voice was heard. I immediately knew who that was. "They where pretty nice too."

"You-You're Brenden Urie." My jaw dropped as I stood before my Hollywood crush. "From Panic! At The Disco."

"And you're doing better." He smiled warmly and handed the bandages to Travis. "You took a pretty good beating."

I winced as Travis dabbed the wash cloth on my wound again. I didn't really realize I was seriously hurt until I saw the blood on it. That was when I began crying.

"N-No! Its okay!" Brenden freaked and sat next to me. "Please don't cry. Does it hurt that much?"

All three boys seemed on their toes as big drops of salty tears ran down my cheeks.

"But the blood! Im dieing!!" I cried.

William tried not to laugh, but neither Travis or Brenden found it funny. Travis actually seemed not so shocked at my tears. Brenden on the other hand did seem in a state of shock as he put his hand over my shoulder and held me in his arms. That's what shocked me and sent instant serge of adrenaline through my veins. I couldn't help but shiver.

"Hey, will you close the door? It's kind of cold." Brenden said motioning to William.

"Yeah yeah..." Will walked over to the door and closed it.

"Hold still please." Travis smiled warmly at my crying form and began to bandage my wounds. "You're pretty tough. I mean, I would've been crying from the pain or something, but you started crying the moment you saw the blood."

"Is it that bad?" I sniffed.

"Well, it was. We where afraid you weren't going to wake up." He replied and finished the last bandage on my head. "You can go to the bathroom and clean up a little."

Travis pointed down the bus room hall and to the right. I nodded simply and stood up. I felt a little light headed but not dizzy enough to let gravity win. I slowly wobbled my way to the bathroom and closed the door.

 

 

"She's pretty hot." Will smirked.

"Yeah, a hot chick that got the s**t beat out of her." Travis replied as he began putting the first aid supplies away.

"Did you see the way she started crying when she saw the blood?" Brenden sat back in deep thought.

"Yeah. That's odd for a girl." Will laughed. "It was like the minute she saw the blood it pulled a trigger to the pain."

"Good song lyric." Brenden mumbled.

"Too emo for me." Travis laughed.

 

 

"Holy crap that guy really did some damage." I mumbled as I looked at my self in the mirror.

I had two cuts on my right cheek, a huge gash that was currently being covered by a bandage on my head, a cut on my lip, and a few scratches on my neck. I also had a cut that ran from my hip to my stomach and happened to rip through my shirt. Other than that it was just a few bruises and a slap to the ribs which was killing every breath I took. I looked a serious mess. Not to mention that my black eye liner was running and my cheeks where black and tear stained.

"S**t... great way to meet some of the hottest men in the world, Mia." I sighed and grabbed a napkin.

I wet it and wiped away all the black muck off my face. Then I fixed my eyeliner and pulled my brown hair back in a messy bun so that it didn't look like a mop. I then looked down at my shirt. There was nothing I could really do. It was torn and showing off my stomach. I wasn't the most toned girl so it made me a little self conscious. Not to mention my skirt was half way falling off my butt.

I did what I could to fix myself up and walked out to face the music. I didn't even notice how light headed I felt as I saw the three of them sitting there talking. All I could see was them.

"Where is my stuff?" I asked in a soft tone as I kept my self up by holding onto the wall.

"Here." Travis said handing me my purse.

Almost on cue my cell phone rang. It was a clip from a song called "Clash City Rockers" from, none other, than the Clash. It took me forever to find the ring tone for it.

"Good taste in music." Will raised an eyebrow and smirked.

I simply picked it up. I could feel this sinking feeling in the bottom of my stomach. I knew it was something bad, but I didnt know what and I didnt bother to check the caller ID.

"Hello?" I answered hoarsely.

"Hello. Is this Mia Rosen?"

"Yes, it is." I replied trying to keep my balance. I could feel three hot pairs eyes on me.

"Are you related to a Donna Rosen?" The voice was hard and deep.

"Yes, she's my mother."

"I'm sorry to tell you, Miss Rosen. But your mother died earlier this evening. Im so sorry."

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