||The Teenage Story Of Rayne Swanson||Nick Jonas|| Chapter 17: It's All About The Anger... At Least I'm Feeling Something...

I wraped my arms around him tightly. I closed my eyes tight, not wanting to wake up. Nick squeezed me tight, it was so real. It felt so real. I knew I'd wake up and be in that place again. "Rayne, we're taking you to the hospital now, ok?" Nick asked, I squeezed him tight, letting out a little sob, Nick gasped and pulled me tighter against him. "You're safe baby. You're safe now." I heard the door open and close again, "How's she doing?" A low, husky voice asked. Proably a police man. "I-I don't know. She's not talking." "Give her some time. She's been through hell." He said and I felt Nick nod, I sniffed and burried my face into his chest. That's when everything went black. "Rayne...? Rayne, wake up sweetie." Said a soft voice, I opened my eyes and jumped. "No! NO! I didn't want to wake up! No!" I screamed as I cried, someone held down my hands, consitering I was thrashing everywhere.

"Rayne! Rayne, look at me! Look at me!" He said, holding my face in his hands. I stopped moving and looked into his eyes. Nick. Nick's alive... I'm alive. "You're ok." Nick whispered as a tear slid down his cheek. I broke down again, crying. Nick wraped his arms around me and held me. "I-I thought I was dreaming." I sobbed, Nick soothed me. "Shhh, you're alright, Ray. You're hear with me, safe. We're both ok." I pulled away and looked him in the eyes. "You-You got shot." I informed, Nick smiled at me and kissed my cheek. "I'm ok. They stiched me back up." I looked down at his stomch and put my hand on where the bullet entered, Nick sighed and put his hand on mine.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered pulling up his shirt, there was a gauze there over the wound, Nick looked at me. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I love you Rayne." I looked up into his eyes and smiled for the first time in 2 weeks, Nick gasped lightly and grined, pulling me against him. "Oh Rayne I missed you so much." Nick cried, squeezing me tight, I squeezed him tight too. We both cried into eachother, I burried my face into his chest and he wraped his arms around me, moving closer to me. I sighed as I inhaled his sweet smell I missed so much. I was completely lost in this moment of bliss. Nick pulled away slightly, both of us were crying hystarically.

Our noses were touching, Nick leaned closer and pressed his lips to mine softly before hugging me again. I heard the door open and saw the Jonas' family there, crying. "Rayne..." Denise whispered and walked over to me. Hugging me tightly, pushing Nick out of the way. Nick laughed and stood, wiping his tears. As I was hugging everyone, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

~3 Weeks Later~

I was finally being released from the hospital. They had to make sure none of my cuts were infected... and make sure I was mentally stable. Nick was holding me close as we walked out of the hospital. Flashing and cameras was all I could see, I burried my face into Nick's chest as he pulled me to the limo we were driving in. He helped me in and got in after me, I just stayed quiet like I was most of the time. I said 100 words total since I was admitted to the hospital. When I did talk, I'd barely mummer them. I hadn't said I love you to anyone, even when they said it to me. I was going back to Vikki's apartment now. She was there resting, recovering from her accident. Nick smiled at me and I smiled a little back. I could smile, but when I did, it felt dead. It was like I was just smiling to satisfy the people around me. The smiles ment nothing, I wasn't happy, I felt nothing, no emotion.

I felt hollow. I entered the apartment with Nick by my side, he kept looking at me worriedly. I looked and him and sighed, "Will you stop looking at me like that?" I asked, anger in my voice. Wow. I'm feeling angery. I'm feeling something! Nick looked away, hurt. I rolled my eyes and stormed past him, I slamed my bed room door and slid down it, crying. "No." I moned, "No no no!" I screamed, I felt someone try to open the door. "Rayne! Rayne are you ok?!" "I'm fine!" I screamed and whiped open the door. Nick saw me crying and his eyes got soft. "Ray..." He whispered, I closed my eyes shut and looked down. "I-I think I'm going crazy." I whispered, my voice thick with tears, looking up again. Nick smiled and opened his arms, I walked into them. All I felt right now was anger, for no reason I was mad.

"I think you need to leave." I said to Nick, he looked at me, tears in his eyes. "It's not you, Nick. I-I just... I don't know what's wrong with me. I need to be alone, I need to see Vikki." I said, putting my hands on his waist, Nick nodded and kissed my forehead. I didn't look up or let him go, Nick sighed and lifted my chin up with his thumb. He looked into my eyes and smiled slightly, "We'll get through this, Rayne. You'll get better, I know it. I love you. I'll see you later." He kissed my lips lightly, "Call me if you need anything. It doesn't matter what time it is." I nodded and hugged him before he pulled away, walking out the door. I felt horrible. I slowly walked to Vikki's room and knocked, "Come in!" Vikki called, I cringed at her voice. Oh boy, here we go again. Here comes the anger...