I'm back. With another story. Another story, a sequel, in fact. A sequel to... What else? In My Dreams. So, read and tell me what you think! Chapter 1
"In My Nightmares"
The pain was unbearable.
The pain on my chest, hardly able to breathe. I opened my eyes, only to be greeted with darkness. I felt suffocated, as if I was drowning. And that's when I woke up.
Gasping into the cool night air, I sat shivering, shivering hard. I stumbled up and clambered to the adjoining bathroom, just in time for me to vomit on the bathroom floor. The tiles sat glistening with it, my last meal, which happened to be lunch, since I hadn't been feeling well enough to eat dinner.
"Do I have the flu?" I grumbled, opening my mouth wide to observe my tongue. It was a healthy, pink color, nowhere near explaining why I had vomited all over my bathroom.
I grumbled again before pressing a button to activate Cynthia, the robotic dog my boyfriend had built for me. Yep, my boyfriend. You know, the one with the whippy-do hair? Uh-huh. Jimmy Neutron. I mean, 5 years ago,after I had gone into a slight coma and come back, we had pushed aside our differences, stopped fighting, and, well, gotten 'together'.
Okay, well, it took a little longer thana few days. Let's try a few months. I mean, we had to get to really know each other before getting together! And I suppose that built a foundation to a nice, healthy relationship. Or at least, that's what Libby said.
And for those of you who weren't here for my coma-induced adventures, I'd like to introduce myself. I'm Cynthia Aurora Vortex, but I like to be called Cindy.
Anyway, when I was 12, I had been at my 12th birthday party, it was a pool party, and I had slipped and hit my head.
From there on, I had these incredibly creepy nightmares (in my coma) of someone being killed. Also, you can't forget the fact that I had begun throwing up blood. Anyway, in my coma, I had these dreams, kind of like premonitons, and even if I was trying to prevent whatever was supposed to happen, I failed miserably.
You see, in my coma-dream-thingy, I was supposed to save Jimmy from being stabbed in the back by Carl. Yeah, Carl!
But thankfully, I think all of that was caused by my painkillers, and when I woke up, everything was back to normal!
Crazy, don't you think?
Back to present life. I skipped over Cynthia into my bedroom, pushed aside the sweaty covers and pulled out fresh, clean ones from the linen closet. I sighed sullenly before drifting slowly off to sleep.
Please don't make this another coma...
At 17, you'd expect me to be more... Playful, adventurous, loose. Well, none of those words described me. I was the overacheiving, pain-in-the-ass, disciplinarian.
Even my boyfriend got sick of me. But he always came back. Just like I knew he would.
And this morning was no exception. Ever since my little vomit incident last night, I was really uptight, snapping at people for no reason at all.
"What's wrong, Cin'?" asked Jimmy.
I glared at him. "Nothing's wrong, can't you just leave me alone?"
Sheen walked by with Libby clutching his arm, and he chuckled a little bit as he exclaimed, "Someone's riding the crimson wave!" (Reference to the movie: Clueless)
Libby smiled at me, but I mistook it for a smirk.
"Geez Libby, I thought you were my best friend!"
She scowled at me now.
"Dang, girl, you really must be riding the crimson wave!"
I glared at her. "Shut up."
But Jimmy was the one who got it really bad.
"What's wrong, Cindy?" he asked again.
"Nothing is wrong. Just leave me alone. You with your bitter shit! I've got enough of that to begin with!"
Jimmy stared at me in bewilderment. "What bitter shit? What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about! Just leave me alone, Neutron!"
That struck home. I haven't called him Neutron in five years. Obviously, he was shocked. So was Carl. And Libby. And Sheen.
"C-Cindy," he whispered, something that looked remotely like tears, glistening in his eyes. "What did I do?"
Something tugged at my heart, but I chose to ignore it, resuming my pummeling of Jimmy's emotions.
"Nothing. Just leave me alone."
And from then on, I had antagonized myself from the group. I mean, although it seemed nobody really cared about Jimmy except maybe Carl, but deep down inside, they all loved him. Especially me. But it didn't seem like that. And I had no idea what had come over me.
Again, the pain on my chest. This time, I didn't bother to open my eyes, it would've been useless anyway. Instead, this time, I clawed at my chest, hoping to catch whoever or whatever was holding me under. But I felt nothing. I just felt a burning in my lungs, my limbs.
Desperate for air, I opened my eyes, but I knew it was useless. There was darkness shrouded all around, nothing to see, nothing to feel except the pain I felt.
That's when I woke up.
A/N: How'd you like it? Feedback would be greatly appreciated, yo.