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It feels like something's limiting my braething. Maybe it's just some dust from working at Second Harvesters, which, btw, is so much fun. Although, constantly throwing packets of seasoning and boxes of cereal back onto Ashley's and Ashley's conveyorbelts wasn't exactly great when I was trying to get two dozen cans of cheap soda on my own belt. And especially not after a rootbeer exploded on me. Good thing I was wearing crappy clothes and not my uniform ^_^
Ah, there's a much better entry before this from yesterday. I just needed post gold. Bored? Check out my mindless babblings. Seriously mindless. Ack, I need to get my ntbk. I want to type more of my story, since I decided against a rant. My day was most excellent. Although, Victoria and I kinda scared Stephanie b/c we were walking down the hall, and she would say something or ask a question, and Victoria and I would answer at the same time using the same words. It was freaky, but funny.
Oh, worst song to have stuck in my head ever: "Field of Innocence". I was going pretty much nuts after lunch. BONKERS. It was bad enough that while waiting in the lunch line, I couldn't get "Tourniquet" out of my head. It went away pretty quickly though, right after I payed for my food. However, FOI was in my head from the end of math through religion. And it redoubled right between classes. I was like "why now?" Don't get me wrong: it's a great song. But the timing on it SUCKED. I guess I was thinking too much ^_^
Oh, and my Shuffle is FREAKING BROKEN. I hit the back button from "Going Under" but it went to 'NSync instead of the music I had downloaded from ITunes. I pretty much flipped out when it happened this morning. I really wanted my BS. So I ended up listening to "Whisper" last heart
Okee, so it's story time ^_^ The story left off just before the main character was about to sleep after a day of school. So, I'm typing as much as I can tonight. And for some really weird reason, this is the 3rd story I've written where there was a hospital scene...
Chapter 3
That night was one of the worst nights I have ever endured. I could barely sleep. My stomach seemed to writhe horribly, but nothing would calm it. This was due to the fact that my upset stomach wasn't real. I was slipping in and out of a nightmare, and the in-between times were when my stomach was upset.
The nightmare came in flashes. A hospital room, IVs, readouts, wires, drips, doctors, nurses, the steady beeping of a heart monitor...
And thee was the person in the bed. She was deathly pale, clutching the sheets. Her back was to me. As I approached, she writhed in pain. When I finally reached the bedside, she rolled over. It was Allison. Then, the heart monitor went crazy. She flat-lined. I started screaming and screaming. I woke up and nearly shouted. Fortunately, I managed to reduce my cry of "No!" to a whisper.
The whole night had been so real, it had to have been a vision. I started crying. "Oh, God, " I whispered as tears ran down my face. Blindly, I got up and stumbled to my bathroom, barely making it to the sink before I threw up. When my stomach finally stopped heaving, I got close to my clock to check the time. I'm practically blind without my contacts, so it was difficult to see, even from a few inches away. 6:00, time to get ready for school. I dressed in a daze, only waking up enough to put my contacts in and tie my red ribbon choker without making it too tight. I slipped back into a daze as my fingers fumbled with the black hair ribbon. I barely managed to choke down a scarce breakfast before I left for school.
The whole day, I went through school in a daze. I hardly noticed anyone around me. Even Raine was of little interest to me. When I finally made it to my last class, english, I was completely worn out. My lack of sleep, together with being sick in the morning and my desperate attempts to sense Allison had drained my energy. I collapsed into my desk and put my head down. I heard the teacher, or, rather, the substitute, walk in. He began to call roll. When he reached Allison, I expected there to be silence.
Instead, I heard a cheerful, "Here!" I sat up slowly and turned my head enough to see her. There she was, smiling. Her hair was shorter than I remembered, but perhaps it had been that way for a while. I hadn't been paying as much attention to her as I had in the past. I was only slightly annoyed with myself, however; I hadn't the energy to maintain any emotions. I put my head back back down. Once again, in the heat of the moment, I had forgotten, yet again, that my dreams were never literal. Half the time, the people in them aren't even involved. The other half, the events symblize something else. I should have known she would be there.
But I wasn't quite sure she was okay. There was something too cheery about her , in comparison to her listlessness the day before. I didn't really get to think about it until I got home, though. Recharged by chips and soda, the wheels of thought started turning. After some thought, it hit me. Oh, duh, it's because she's got power. But it's so raw, not refined at all. Interesting... At this point, I had figured out that all children had power but lost it, yet it wasn't until that day that I realized it was odd for Allison to have any power at all.
That night, I slept soundly until it hit me: Allison had potential. I woke up with a start, thoughts firing off in my brain like fireworks. With some coaxing, her power could be brought to the surface, where it would manifest itself in the form of an ability, I was sure. I was positive the only way to draw that power forth would be to put some stress on her. Not that it would be simple, or even safe, to put stress on Allison.
At some point in my pondering, I fell back asleep. In my dreams, I just heard rain, pattering on the roof, on the brick patio, on my head. I woke to a grey morning, always a sign of rain, either past or future. It turned out to be future rain, as I discovered while waiting outside for my carpool. I was miserable all the way to school because I was wet, but shortly after I arrived, something happened to change that: Rained slipped and fell.
Wow, that was really long. I forgot how long 3 and 4 are. I can't type 4 now, since it's just as long. Hopefully I'll have time tomorrow ^_^ 4's really good, so is 5. 5 kicks some serious a** and begins the next new thing ^_^
"Where has my heart gone? An uneven trade for the real world. Oh, I, I want to go back to believing in everything and knowing nothing at all."
~nepie
 nepie · Wed Mar 21, 2007 @ 02:56am · 0 Comments |
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