Because I Can

Rating: PG Implied

A/N: This is what writing is all about folks, a STORY!

Lily felt dizzy and nauseous, she could feel a surface beneath her, not hard but not quite comfortable. She attempted to open her eyes and when searing bright light caused a lance of pain to shoot from her eye sockets down to her toes she clamped them shut. She could hear voices, lots and lots of voices.

She slowly pushed herself into a sitting position and attempted to open her eyes, slowly this time, peeking through her lashes at blurred images milling about the room. As she was able to focus more completely, she wished she hadn't opened them in the first place.

There were people. Lots and lots of people. She knew them. The only problem was there were many versions of the same person in the room. This had to be a dream or maybe a nightmare. Yet she was not scared, just confused.

She was dumbfounded when a version of herself walked up to her, swollen with child. She was floored when this version spoke to her, she had hoped it was only a vision problem. The preggers Lily spoke plainly, "Hello, Lily. What's your dysfunction?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why did you get sucked into this world of unacceptable abnormalities? Me, I'm supposedly too young to get pregnant. See Travis over there? He's a cutter; he has the scars to prove it. The other Travis in the corner he's homosexual, another no-no. We all have some trait that was deemed to against-the-grain for a normal society and somehow ended up here. At least, that's what Abused Robbie figured out."

She looked around the room and recognized that most of the people were indeed duplicated but slightly different in some way. Lily took note of the room itself. It was large and white with white sofas all around. Nondescript was the only word for it. Two things stood out. There were no doors and the walls; they seemed to move. She walked directly up to one and saw millions and millions of words as if they were being typed on a computer, brilliantly flashing and changing with extreme speed with each passing second.

She felt Pregnant Lily at her side again. "Why did you end up here?"

"I…I don't really know. The last thing I remember was being at a party. I was dancing and was thirsty and someone offered me a drink. I was having so much fun but then started to get sick and somehow I woke up here."

Lily jumped when Preggers Lily turned around to the group and yelled out! "We got another lush!"

Pregnant Lily addressed her directly once more, "Welcome to the box, Lush Lily. Make yourself at home, you may be here a while."

"But I don't want to be here. I want to go home. How do I get home?"

Pregnant Lily looked a little sad. "Well, Gay Ray thinks we're stuck here until we're written out."

She continued when Lush Lily maintained her blank expression. "It appears those words on the wall are our key to freedom."

Just then Cutter Travis walked up to her, "Hello Lush Lily."

"Uh, hello."

"It seems that we are characters at the whim of others. Some narrow minds have caused a warp and we ended up trapped in here. Focus has shifted and the stories have stopped."

Lily was starting to feel dizzy again. "Well, that's just peachy but what the hell does that have to do with me?"

"An author has to let you free."

Lily's look of disbelief drew out his explanation. "Lush Lily, you are here until someone is brave enough to write a story on your particular problem, tendency, disease…etc. To realign the focus of writing fictional characters and actually write … fiction."

With terror she tried to bang on the wall yelling, "NOOOO! Someone! Anyone! PLEASE GET ME OUT!!!

A/N: Get writing people! Do what you want, say what you want!!!!