"Chloe! Open your eyes, please, hold on." I can hear a voice pleading but it's not the voice I wanted to hear. With all the energy left, I tried to open my heavy eyelids. All I can see was series of blurry lights, they are moving or maybe I am. I'm not sure.
"Chloe, please." And then there it is, a black hole sanctioning every piece of energy left in my body. I'm holding too long, it's winning. The lights are gone. I'm in total darkness. I'm falling, or maybe flying. I'm not sure.
"Chloe, hold on, Beca's on her way." The voice said to me. At the mention of the name, my hand comes alive. It's searching for something or someone, it's too dark and I'm scared. I need something or someone to hold on but my hand was met by none. Nothing. No one. So the darkness swallowed me whole, all the noise was gone. The stillness was deafening. I stopped moving. Maybe I hit the bottom rock or I'm soaring high. I'm not sure. I tried to open my eyes.
It's dark. I'm scared. "Mom!" I screamed my lungs out. My limbs are stuck, I can't move, thank god I can breathe, I'm soak in sweat. Where am I? "Mom!" I can hear rushing footsteps. "Mom, please help me!" I begged.
"Chloe? Where are you?" the sound of her voice it's enough to calm the panic in my head. I know she'll find me. "Mom." I said this time braver. "Keep talking." She said. I can hear she's close. "Mom, I'm here." Then there's red light. My body was hauled by large arms, the touch comforting me. I know I'm safe. "Oh, honey. It's ok, I got you." She said cradling me. I missed her voice, when was the last time I heard her voice? And the smell, her smell. I'm not sure. I nuzzled deeply into her. "Honey, open your eyes." She said her voice was full of love and longing, she tucked a strand of hair behind my ears. "No, you'll be gone if I open them." I said stubbornly. That explains the red lights. "No, I'll always be here." She pointed gently on my chest. I slowly opened my eyes. Black. It's all black.
"Chloe, open your eyes." A little boy's voice said. Chris. "No, I'm scared!" the little version of my voice said. When was the last time I heard this voice? Long time ago. I'm not sure. I can feel my body sitting, and it's ascending, the wind blowing my hair wildly. "If you won't open your eyes you'll miss the view!" My older brother pinched the bridge of my nose, it's enough to give me courage. "Open it! 1! 2! 3!" I opened them.
"Give me your purse you bitch!" I waited for it. The stab or maybe a shot. Where? In the head? In the back? I don't know. But it never came. I heard footsteps. It's familiar. Then, I heard flying fist against a skin. I felt hands on my shoulders. I flinched. "Hey, it's ok. It's me. I got you." My dad's voice reassuring me. "Open your eyes sweetie." "No! If I open them you'll be gone too! Just like mom and Chris! I can't do this anymore dad." He pulled me into an embrace. "That's not true! We are never gone, we're always here." He pointed on my chest. I felt his lips on top of my head. I cried in his arms. I cried, sobbed and screamed for all the things I've lost, for my mom for leaving us too soon, stupid cancer. I cried for my brother for leaving me and my dad behind to serve the country, stupid gunshot that went straight to his heart. I cried for my dad for leaving me alone with no one, stupid dream for being so beautiful than reality that didn't let my father see the next sunrise. I cried for myself, the first Christmas I got no one to celebrate with, I cried for the sympathy look I always get from my neighbors. I cried for everything, for being alone, for being weak, for my pathetic life. I cried for hours, until the arms holding me were no longer arms. It's my own, bracing myself. I opened my eyes. Black. Of course.
Someone's shaking me. "Chlo, wake up. It's just a dream." I wish it was just a dream, my life, a big damn nightmare but it's not. It's a living nightmare, I can't decide which is better. "Hey, it's ok. I'm here. I'm real, I won't leave you. Open your eyes." "NO!" I yelled at her. She kissed my closed eyes. "I'm real." She kissed the tip of my nose. I carefully opened my eyes. It's dark but I can see someone really close to me. I hugged her. Beca.
I'm being sanction again, I feel like dirt being vacuum. I dared myself not to close my eyes. It's dark but there's a faint source of light. It's far but still makes a difference. My body was longing for the light. I need to get there. I can't stay in the dark. Beca help me.
That's it. A stronger force pulled me closer to the light. It's blinding me now. I don't want to close my eyes but it's impossible. The pulling stopped. I gently open my eyes, bright. After vigorous fluttering of my eyelids my eyes finally adjusted. I'm looking up, staring directly on the light on the ceiling. I removed my eyes from my stare. I saw her. Her hair disheveled her head resting on her arms. The familiar dark blue eyes are closed, her nose all red and her breathing, she sounded like she have a bad cold. She's holding a hand. I shifted my gaze. I saw her. I saw me, lying lifeless on a bed. My eyes are closed, my right eye surrounded by violet and red color, someone must have punched me but at least there's a color on my face. My lips, chapped and pale. There's a stitch on my forehead. A tube was inserted on my nose. I walked closer. I'm wearing the depressing hospital gown.
"Beca." I called out to her. Her dark blue eyes opened she craned her neck and looked at me. Not me but the me lying beside her. She gently lifted my hand and kissed it.
"Chloe." Her voice cracked. "Please wake up." Tears are streaming down on her cheeks. I want to wipe her tears. "Beca." I tested her name on my tongue. "Chloe please, open your eyes… don't be afraid. I'm here. I'm real. I won't leave you." She begged me but the me in the bed was deaf. I didn't even flinch.
A question crossed my mind. Why and how did get I here?
A/N: Looks like I'm always writing fluffy and funny stuff, so let me try something else. I leave you this. I'll be away but when I come back Military Calls and this will be updated. Til next time!