Maybe a Coma: Hopefully a Dream

Ok so this is my first story and I'm kinda scared of what others will think of it And yes it is a self insert because honestly who doesn't like the idea of meeting your favorite characters and just plain out messing with them? lol

um Disclaimer did I spell this right? I own nothing just borrowing for the heck of it and to practice my writing.

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Sometimes I wish I had a stupidly, big imagination. If I did then I could just chalk this up as a really interesting dream and be done with it. Why? you ask, well it had a lot to do with where I was and how a minute ago I was falling from the sky.

Maybe this is a sign to find the nearest clinic and check in...

.. Ooooor Maybe this is just a dream. Yeah. I'm not soaking wet, and I didn't really fall from the sky. It doesn't seem real! So it can't be! I mean seriously!

This. Is. Not. Possible.

"Yeah. I'm not crazy. This is all just a dream or some side effect from the coma I'm apparently in." Okay, so my defense is a bit if-y but my sanity is on the line!

So can you really blame me when my next course of action was to tilt my face to the sky, point dramatically and yell "DO YOU HEAR ME WORLD?! I'M NOT CRAZY!" which was then followed by an insane cackle that really wasn't helping.

Ok so I was slightly hysterical, so sue me.

For the moment (as I have a freak out) let me remind you why I started questioning my sanity - somewhere in between the yelling and the cackles I forgot so I know anyone listening have too- it started over my location. China. When just a moment ago I had fallen down the stairs in my American school. I cannot stress that American part enough.

"How you fall from sky like that miss?" Asks the Chinese guide of Jusenkyo. I cringed.

Ungh, I think your starting to see the problem, but just in case let me start over.

Today had been like any other day.

The day just seemed to drag on and on. I was running on maybe an hour of sleep if at all, I had no breakfast whatsoever and therefore had stuffed myself during lunch, and I was forced to go to the torture we call school which pretty much made today a bad day in general. Until finally, finally it ended.

And as the ditz that I am, I forgot something very unimportant upstairs that for some reason I just had to go get. Why? Search me. Seemed important at the time, but that's not the point, the point is I was ready to just leave, but ended up marching up the stairs to the second floor. I had just made it to the top too when some jerk in my peer group comes rushing by knocking me clean off my feet and back down the stairs.

I'm not stupid, I'm average at best, but I'm paranoid and negative very negative. So I knew from the way I was falling things weren't looking good for me.

As things seemed to slow down I took in my situation. My head would hit first. Then I would tumble down until I hit the wall which could either stop me or send me down to the floor beneath. I'll have bruises, broken bones, maybe a concussion, probably some scrapes. None of that will really matter though, were my bitter thoughts. After all I'm going to die from breaking my neck when my head hits.

Every thing was in slow motion, but I wasn't having those famous flashbacks. No those last few minuets that are usually known for reliving the past was spent wishing I knew the jerk's face so I could haunt my killer.

Bitter aren't I?

Of course, I was also hoping Mom took me seriously when I said, "If I ever die a weird death, I want it on my tombstone and made a joke!" Surely; she would see the joke in this.

Olivia

Daughter & Friend

Killed by stairs

Take the elevator

R.I.P.

If I wasn't about to die I swear I would laugh.

And then that dreaded time when my I head would hit came. Only I didn't hit. I just kept falling. The school ceiling I had been staring at faded away into blue sky with wind whirling in my ears and burning my eyes.

I was freaked out sure, but when I fell/collided into a flock of birds; yeah, that's when I started screaming.

I fell a for pretty long time.

Screamed the rest of the way down with my eyes closed.

Screamed until my throat was sore and kept screaming until I fell into water which brings us right back to where we started from. Me soaked to the bone having a break down in China in front of The Guide to the only cursed springs I know.

So I've pretty much just been having a staring contest with said Guide since he first spoke which is so not a good first impression. "Uh. What?" yeah and that's better. But he didn't get to say anything."Excuse me, am I at the Jusenkyo training ground?" Asks a very familiar female voice.

And that was when my poor, overloaded brain said 'Pfft! Forget this!' then promptly flipped the off switch.