Blackimi: I know that i should be updating 'Madness In Wonderland...' but that story is on hold for now since I'm trying to write up a whole bunch of chapters. And I am also writing a new one-shot.
Reem: She only has this free time since it's the christmas holiday...
Blackimi: Yeah, and the only reason why Reem is here is because, well...
Reem: (sighs) This idiot set off an atomic bomb on the set of M.I.W. which basically killed everybody (even Kyle) while she ran off into hiding.
Blackimi: THEY FORGOT MY BIRTHDAY!
Reem: Speaking of birthdays, aren't you forgetting something?
Blackimi: Um... no, why?
Reem: Seriously? Blue hair? Blue eyes? Violin? Cat?
Blackimi: ... um... Yoru?
Reem: DOES YORU HAVE FUCKING BLUE EYES? DOES HE PLAY THE FUCKING VIOLIN?
Blackimi: Stop yelling at me! (runs away)
Reem: That girl is such a brat... A STUPID brat!
Blackimi: (calls out) I am not!
Reem: (shouts back) YES YOU ARE!
Reem: Anyways, ELi would like to thanks everyone who STILL reads, reviews and favorites her and her story. She promises you that she'll try to update it as soon as she can. If she doesn't, she has another one-shot to post.
Blackimi: I DO NOT OWN SHUGO CHARA BECAUSE IF I DID, EVERYONE WOULD BE DEAD!
Dare to Dream...
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The car was coming fast. Too fast.
Before I knew it, it was right by my side. And in a blink of an eye, a thousand pounds of pure metal had rammed into my body and sent me spiraling into the air. The world spun around and my body felt numb.
With a sickening crack, my head met the pavement. It was only then did pain finally come…
I woke up with a jolt. My chest heaved and sweat rolled down my forehead, soaking my pillow. Faint rays of morning light peeped through my window. The light seemed to bring me to the surface of reality. It made my nightmare fade away into a barely remembered memory.
I sat up on my bed and raked my hand through my pink layered hair. It was slick with sweat and I frowned as I saw a bead trickle down my arm. I was covered in the salty liquid. It was disgusting. With a sigh, I swung my legs over the bed and got up to take a much needed shower.
The smell of pancake batter greeted me as I emerged from the bathroom, buttoning up my jeans as I walked out. Mama was wearing her favorite Hello Kitty apron as she flipped a pancake over. Papa was scolding Ami for putting too much syrup on her pancakes.
"If you eat too much sweet things, you will get diabetes! And I am not paying for the medical bill!" Papa declared.
Ami glared at him. "Fine! And if I die, it'll be on your conscience! Let's see if you can live with that!" she turned her head away haughtily. I rolled my eyes at the display.
"Good morning."
Mama glanced at me briefly. "Good morning, sweetie." Typical Mama, even though I had turned eighteen last month, she still calls me by endearments. I gave her a small smile as I made my way to the table. Breakfast was already prepared for me and I wasted no time digging in. As I began to pour the syrup onto my pancakes, Ami frowned and muttered something inaudible under her breath. I think it had something to do with the syrup…
Mama joined us in a few moments and the regular morning routine began to proceed. The daily interrogation started as soon as Papa finished one pancake.
"What are you doing today?
"Dunno…"
"Are you going out?"
"Yeah."
"With whom?"
"Rima."
"For how long?"
"Dunno."
"… Be back before dinner."
"Sure."
In the midst of the one word answers, I had already finished breakfast and was now excusing myself from the table. I went to my room and lay around, listening to my music. The sharp piercing message alert of my phone made me flinch. I flipped the device open and read the message I had received from Rima.
Meet u 12 l8r?
I quickly replied back.
K :) C u da mall
A brief glance at the clock told me that I had two hours until I had to meet her. In the mean time, what to do? I never liked to stay to home too long. Sooner or later, Ami would be watching The Rainbow Pony downstairs with the volume turned up as high as it could possibly go.
I did not want to stick around for that…
Finally, I made up my mind and decided to head out earlier. I could go to a café or something. I replaced my plain black shirt that had NO TO STEREOTYPES written in bold neon green letters at the front. After making sure that I had my phone in one pocket and my iPod in the other, I slipped on my shoes and went down the stairs.
"I'm going out. I've got my cell." I called out. I didn't want my parents to start going berserk once they discovered I wasn't home. They would probably call the police and I didn't need that drama.
I waited for a moment until I heard a faint Ok which most likely came from Mama. I nodded my head and walked out the front door…
The afternoon sun beat down on Rima and I as we sat outside the yogurt shop. We had finished our frozen yogurts long ago and we were dying under the heat. Yet, we were too lazy to get off our butts and buy another yogurt.
Rima wiped away sweat from her brow. "Damn, is it just me or are the days getting hotter?" I sighed and leaned my head back, "It's summer, Rima. Of course it's getting hot!" "But I don't see why we have to be outside!" she whined.
"If you can't stand it, go inside."
"But it's too hot to move!"
"Then stop complaining."
Rima rolled her golden brown eyes. "We should have stayed at the mall. At least it's air-conditioned! But no, you just had to drag me out here to eat freaking yogurt under the boiling hot Sun! Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with you, Amu."
It was true. We should have stayed at the mall. I just thought a stroll would be nice. I hadn't expected the weather to be this extreme. It was 2:30 PM and I could cook as much eggs as I wanted on the damn pavement! The yogurt was a relief but alas, it was only temporary. Now, Rima and I were getting skin cancer from sitting outside the shop.
"Amu, look, I hot and sweaty and sticky. I stink. I really need a shower right now. Do you mind if I head home?" Rima finally asked after another twelve minutes. I sighed once more yet I knew that I was in desperate need of one too. "Yeah, sure. I guess I gotta take one too. I sweat more than you do." I grinned.
Rima barked out a laugh as we slowly got up from our seats. The Sun hung high above our heads as we bid each other farewell and headed off in different directions. I took my own sweet time getting home. The shop wasn't too far away, about three blocks or so.
I waited by the stop line between Brangham and Torisole Road. Hardly anyone was out and those who were seemed to be in a rush, probably desperate to get away from this weather and into any air-conditioned building. I wanted to do the exact same thing…
Finally, the green walking man appeared and I slowly crossed the road. Then out of nowhere, the squealing of car tires broke through the thick summer air.
Everything seemed to have frozen in time. Even I felt like I was suddenly paused. Then at the corner of my eye, I saw it. It was a sleek gun gray car. The sunlight glinted off the windshield and blinded me for a few seconds. Everything seemed to go in motion again yet this time, we were all in slow motion.
I could feel myself leaned forward as I slowly lowered my foot to take another step. I wasn't even halfway across the road and yet the car, unaffected by the bizarre time flow, continued on. It was coming closer.
My eyes widened.
The car was coming fast. Too fast.
Before I knew it, it was right by my side. And in a blink of an eye, a thousand pounds of pure metal had rammed into my body and sent me spiraling into the air. The world spun around and my body felt numb.
With a sickening crack, my head met the pavement. It was only then did pain finally come. It exploded from the base of my neck and shot through my entire body, like a jolt of electricity. Spots, blood red spots, burst before my eyes. A high pitched ringing echoed in my ears and pounded in my brain along with the excruciating pain.
Darkness was chewing on the corners of my vision and I felt myself falling. Falling down. Down, down, down, down a black bottomless pit…
I shot up in bed, screaming all the way. My heart pounded in my chest and my body was slicked with sweat. Every part of me ached and with every move I made and every breath I took, pain shot to my brain.
I clutched my head and moaned, curling up into a tight ball in the futile attempt to stop my body from shaking.
It's been so long ever since that horrible day. And every night ever since the accident, I'd been plagued by nightmares. Terrifying relapses of the hit and run occurred every single night, each one more even more vivid and painful than before.
My thoughts were interrupted when the door to my room opened and Ikuto poked his head in. Ikuto was my new best friend. Ever since the accident, Rima was never the same and I didn't know who she was anymore. Then Ikuto came along and he replaced her. He was always there to comfort me. Every night, he would sit by my side, take me in his arms and tell me that it was a thing of the past. But we both knew that it wasn't.
"Hey," Ikuto started, "I heard. This one sounded really bad." I nodded, "It was. It was all so vivid! I felt everything! The pain, the numbness, the heat… I literally re-lived that day."
Ikuto sighed and entered my room, taking his usual seat beside me. His arm wrapped around my shoulder as he pulled me closer to him. "Don't worry. You're safe now. It's a thing of the past. A nightmare. Nothing."
I shook my head. "No," I protested, "You know that it's more than a nightmare! God, how I wish that it could just be a nightmare! But it isn't! It's a memory, Ikuto! It was real! It happened! Something like that could never be nothing!"
Ikuto looked at me sadly, pain in his midnight blue eyes. But there was no denying the fact that what I said was true. For the both of us. He just wished I wouldn't acknowledge it.
"I know, Amu. I wish that too…" he leaned forward and pressed his soft yet cold lips to my forehead. Then, he got up and turned away to leave. The gaping hole at the back of his head was bleeding profusely, the blood trickling down his neck. His brain could be seen yet a chunk of it was missing. Some bits of it clung to his dark blue hair.
He told me he had jumped of a cliff. Head first. Suicide. Couldn't handle the pressure he was receiving from his step-father. He too re-lived that moment every time he fell asleep. We all did. When we died, we were damned here, in this Hell on Earth. The dark side of Purgatory.
I closed my eyes and lay back down in bed. I knew that if I fell asleep, that horrible time would play in my mind and everything would repeat itself. But it's useless trying to stay awake. No one ever can stay awake for more than an hour. It was like a curse. We are forced to re-live and re-experience each and every second.
And it's killing me…
Blackimi: Oooh! That was intense!
Reem: I have to admit, it was pretty good...
Blackimi: I know, right? OMG, do you think i should make a SEQUEL?
Reem: Here you go, starting another story when you haven't even finished the first one...
Blackimi: Whatever, i'm leaving that for the readers to decide. I'll put a poll on my profile asking if I should continue this or not... For now, it shall be complete!
Reem: You suck, you know that?
Blackimi: Hehehe, I know right? ;)
Reem: Ugh, you're such a pervert...
Blackimi: SO IS YOUR MOM!
Reem: WHAT DID YOU SAY?
Blackimi: Um... I, uh... R & R!(runs away)
Reem: GET BACK HERE YOU STUPID PYROMANIAC! (wields the pen/scythe)