Days passed, but how many, Charlotte didn't know. Time blurred together as she spent it either staring at the wall with an empty gaze or sleeping through torturous nightmares full of people mumbling strange things and chasing after her. The silence in her dark room was only broken by her mother, father, and even sister checking to see if she was ready to eat or leave her room.

Charlotte was having a particularly unpleasant dream when a group of voices outside of her door woke her. Hazily, Charlotte lifted her head and looked towards the door.

"Thank you so much for coming. We just don't know what to do with her." Mom. Charlotte registered blearily.

"It's really no problem. I've been meaning to swing by, but I didn't want to get in the way of her healing." The voice sounded male, not quite as deep as her dad's but not squeaky either. Something about the voice seemed very familiar to Charlotte, but her sleep hazed mind just couldn't pin it.

"Well, hopefully you'll be able to knock her out of this depression. She's been in there for two weeks doing nothing but sleeping and staring at the wall." Came her dad's voice, exasperated.

"Ok," The unknown voice came lightly. "I'll see what I can do."

Great. They brought one of those weird counselor people to 'fix' me. She grumbled internally as she plopped back down on her bed. But what did he mean by 'I've been meaning to swing by'?

Just as she began to ponder on that, the talking outside ceased, and the door to her room cracked open. The light spilling in from the hallway blinded her temporarily, and she attempted to cover her eyes as a familiar silhouette stepped in.

"Charlotte?" The voice called questioningly as he stepped in and shut the door behind him until it was open just a crack.

"What?" She asked uncertainly.

"Oh," The voice sounded relieved. "Can I crack open the blinds? I can hardly see." As he stumbled over to the window.

Charlotte started. "Wait! There's a bookcase…right there…" She finished as he slammed right into a full bookcase and let out a very girlish screech.

Charlotte sighed as she sat up and went to continue her sentence. "And no, I don't want the blinds-" She was cut off as light flooded the room and Charlotte yelled out and covered her eyes.

As her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she focused on the guy standing near her window. "What do you think you're do- Mihael?" She yelped, surprised.

"Hey." Mihael smiled sheepishly. He walked over to the side of her bed and stood there awkwardly. Charlotte stared back at him for a minute before he cleared his throat awkwardly.

"C-can I sit?" His voice cracked as he asked her uncertainly.

"Oh!" Charlotte exclaimed, surprised and embarrassed that she hadn't realized what he had wanted earlier. "Sure." She mumbled as she moved over to give him space.

"So…" Mihael started as he sat down. "How are you feeling? I heard about the accident. Are you alright?"

"Yeah…" Charlotte trailed off. "I'm ok."

"That's good." Mihael said, then an uncomfortable silence permeated the room. All of the sudden, Mihael blurted out. "Would you like to go to the movies with me some time?"

Charlotte gaped at him, unsure of what to say, when her mom burst through the door practically bursting out. "YES! Yes, Charlotte would love to go to the movies with you. Wouldn't you dear?" She answered for her.

Stunned, all Charlotte could do was nod, her mind still trying to process what was happening, and Mihael smiled told her the time and date and headed for the door, only stopping briefly to smile at her and say, "I'll see you Saturday!"

Suddenly, it all snapped together mentally, and Charlotte looked at her mom, slightly annoyed, but trying to hold back a smile. "You were listening the whole time weren't you? Aren't you the one who always lectures Beth and me on how rude it is to eavesdrop?"

Charlotte's mom tittered around the room, looking through the closet to attempt to find a date outfit while answering. "That's different." She half sung, half stated. "I'm your mother, and I wanted to make sure he was going to be a perfect gentleman. It was a bonus that he asked you out!"

Slightly disgruntled, Charlotte started to pull herself out of bed and sat on the edge, absently staring out the window at the afternoon sun gleaming down on the garden. It might have been the happy daze she was in, or even the fact that it was the first time she looked outside in weeks, but everything suddenly seemed more beautiful than before.

Hello! ^^' I'm really sorry about the horrendously long time it took me to update. I was stuck in a horrible case of writer's block, but I do hope that you've enjoyed this new chapter. I ask you to PLEASE review. I'm an old fashioned writer, and I love getting feedback. Thank you so much!