Hi everyone! I'm Glittercat33, and I just saw the new movie Sing. I have only read 1 fanfic about Johnny getting hurt, and I think you should read it. It's called Long Night by countrypanther14. This is my first Sing fanfic, so constructive criticism would help for any future Sing stories.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sing or any of the characters in it.

He looked at his reflection on the broken mirror, and for a moment he felt as if he had really shattered too.

Johnny' s P.O.V.

My life is in shambles. It always was, and always will be. Ever since my dad was sent to prison, it's been worse. It's all my fault. I work night and day, earning lots of money. I don't spend any, if I did, it would take even longer to bail him out. I haven't eaten in weeks. I sold the old hideout, so I live on the streets. Everyday I came closer to getting my dad back.

~Weeks Later~

I finally have enough money to bail my dad out of jail! Maybe we could live a normal life with a house; not a hideout. Maybe he will be supportive of my singing. Maybe, if everything goes right, we can live in peace, away from the dangers of robbery.

On my way to the prison, I daydream about how good life could be. Without looking, I make a sharp left turn, right near a hill. I ram straight into a brand new, beautiful red Mustang!

My old, beaten down truck tumbles down the hill, compacting the sides and beating in the windshield. Of course, I'm not wearing a seatbelt, and all the movement is making me feel really sick. I slide to the front of the car, and it does another flip, crushing my foot in the windshield! The broken glass pierces my foot, and suddenly, all movement stops. The car isn't tumbling anymore. I'm dangling by my foot inside the car. Black clouds my vision, and I am put into a deep sleep.

Nobody's P.O.V.

The streets crowd with people. An ambulance shows up, and paramedics jump out. They race over to a wrecked car, a red Mustang. Everyone is fine there, but they only see one crashed car. Where is the other?

"Copy; I don't see anything."

"Try the hill. It's the only other place, over."

"Copy that."

A paramedic runs down the hill, heading straight for a crushed truck.

"All staff to the hill, repeat, all staff to the hill."

The rest of the doctors join him, and they get to work. There is a person inside, probably unconscious, possibly dead. They remove the door, and pull him out. A paramedic checks his pulse, and nods. They carry the teenage gorilla to the ambulance, and take off.

Johnny' s P.O.V.

"... drifting in and out of consciousness."

"Surgery for his foot..."

"Pain killers..."

"... dad in jail."

Those were only a few of the things that I heard. There were lots of doctors talking about me. I was in a hospital, I had figured that out the first time I woke up. Since then, I've been waking up and falling back asleep again. The sharp pain had subsided, but the dull pulsing of pain remained. The hours passed by quickly, but I had realized the depth of my situation. The owner of the other car would need money, right? And I would also have to pay my hospital bills too, so my bail money might not be able to be used for its purpose. Heck, it might be years before I can raise that kind of money.

I sit up quickly, only to become dizzy and light-headed. I leaned back, and this time, sat up slowly. I removed the needle and wires, and immediately the heart monitor made a long beeping noise. I stood up one one foot, and limped out the door. I made a beeline for the outdoors, and escaped to the real world. I still had my bail money with me. The prison wasn't far; I could make it without much trouble. I start my slow and steady journey down the street to the jail.

~At the Prison~

I had finally made it! The door was right there, but I found it difficult to get up the stairs. After the long and painful journey, my energy was sapped, and I was so hungry, I could even eat the hospital cafeteria food! I struggled up to the office security, and went to see my dad.

"Dad?" I called.

"Johnny. Where have you been? You should've bailed me out by now. I've given you more than enough time." He growled.

"That's why I'm here! I sold the hideout and all of our stuff, just to get you back." I replied proudly.

"You did what!" He screamed.

"Sold... our... stuff?" I said timidly.

"How did I end up with a son like you?" He scowls.

He slams the phone down, and I stand up, forgetting about my foot. I collapse in pain, and my dad doesn't even turn to look. He hates me now, more than ever. Do I blame him? No. Not at all. Because all I do is mess stuff up. That's it. Nothing good ever happens when I'm around. I slowly get to my feet, leaning heavily on the little table. I take the money out of my pocket, and stumble over to the office. I ask to bail my dad out, and he says ok, but no more monkey business. He laughs, looking proud about that one.

"Hey, gorilla, you're free, now get out."

My dad dashes out of the cell, picks me up by the waist, and sprints toward the exit. He takes me down the city streets, stopping at our old hideout. He looks for spys, and climbs in through the window, with me still in his arms. Then the unbelievable happened.

Ha ha! Cliffy! Hope you enjoyed this beginning chapter, and the next one will be up soon! R&R. Thanks for reading!

Meow