It began as something she was simply talented at. She loved to make up stories before she could even write them out, and by the time she could write, she had plenty to tell. She wrote stories every chance she could, it consumed most of her free time. She was never one for reality; reality was too difficult to handle, and she could always escape into her little dream world. When she felt alone she could simply create her own friends, she could go on adventures and live the life she dreamed of. But it soon became obsession. It consumed parts of her life that were meant to be important to her. She began to fail classes, put off friends, and even lose sleep. Sometimes she would forget to eat because she would lose herself in a story. But it was soon to become more than just a talent or an obsession.
Amanda closed her eyes, lost in thought as to what the next sentence should say. She was so lost in the story that she had forgotten what time it was, and the fact that it was 4:30 in the morning was catching up to the weary girl who had just taken a difficult biology class.
Her life was like a fairy tale, which didn't seem odd considering that she based her life on fiction, but the truth of the matter was almost stranger than what was inside of her stories. She had a fiancé who she often placed in her stories as a gay man, thus allowing her to have the hottie hero of the story, and to many people's disgust and dismay, the reality was, she also liked girls. She liked them so much, in fact, that she had two girlfriends. One was the single mother of a beautiful baby girl, well really she wasn't a single mother as Amanda had claimed rights as the "other" parent long ago, and she also was currently dating a married woman who also had a child whom was a "claimed" one. Yes, all three of these lovely people in her life knew of each other, in fact the mother of the son who was not quite so single was married, and the fiancé had too many loves to speak of.
Yes, it was a twisted and odd relationship and yet, it suit them all very well and they were quite happy with things. But Amanda was never happy with things. Never. She had lived in her dream world for so long that reality began to catch up with her, and thus, she needed an escape. She began doing something that had been considered a no-no for quite some time, she began with beating herself with belts and rods, but the pain didn't compensate for the emotions she felt by the torment the world handed her, and even slicing open her skin with razorblades did no good.
It was time for some action to be taken, and action meant escaping to her world of fiction, where she could live the life she desired, if not forever, at least while no one else was awake and she felt lonely.
And so, she wrote. She considered going to bed when she heard the sound of something shattering, glass perhaps, and she would have rolled her eyes and ignored it under normal circumstances, but these were not normal circumstances. Her 3 beloved cats would usually roughhouse and cause chaos inside of her home, and so noises like shattering glass were common, but her youngest, Hannah slept soundly on the back of her computer chair, the middle, Stormy, drank from the cup on the computer table, and the oldest, Jasper, who had always been known for his look of disgust at everything in life, sat looking grumpy as always on the edge of the bed.
This noise had not been the result of one of her lovely furry-four-footed children. Suddenly, the fight or flight instinct kicked in, and Amanda was never one to run away from a good fight. She grabbed the blue and black butterfly knife which she had purchased long ago, it really wasn't much of a weapon, but it would make a nice distraction. She had planned it out in case someone broke in. Throw the knife, distract them long enough to grab the axe she had by the door, it seemed like a wonderful plan. And so, she set her plan into motion. Only, her plan didn't go as well as, well, planned.
She normally would have begun her attack immediately, but something stopped her. The inruder was not someone she would have expected. Not because she didn't know the intruder, but because it was simply impossible. Amanda suddenly realized, she must've fallen asleep at her computer, writing her fanfictions about the anime world, because it was literally impossible for the person in front of her to be real.
Light green eyes stared up at her, the boy in front of her was no threat, in fact he seemed to be pretty badly injured. The knife in her hand dropped and a clank was heard as metal hit concrete, and she had no idea if she should run to his aid or faint from the thrill it gave her to see him there, but she came to her senses. Yet, the only word she could form, which shockingly to her seemed to be something to come from her feisty cousin, Eevee's mouth,
"Fukano! Holy shit!"
Fukano, something that was too formal for even her cousin to have used, meant impossible, and at this point, the impossible was happening. About a total of three seconds after her statement, tears began to fill the green eyes that were staring back at hers, and she suddenly came back to her senses. She wasn't sure if she should be using Japanese or English, and if she needed Japanese, it would be awkward.
She asked if he knew any English, "Eigo?"
The tears went away and turned into laughter, "Please, you're going to butcher the language. I can speak English perfectly fine. But you have to help me! I was just attacked and I have to help my friends! I just need some bandages and I'll be just fine!"
Not running away? That would've been her guess, but then again, the evil that is American translation generally ruins good plot points.
"I'll help you, but how did you get here?"
The boy in pink and green pointed to the window, which had obviously been the glass she'd heard shatter. She almost felt like hitting him and calling him a baka, but suddenly realized this wasn't a fanfic, he didn't know her, and she couldn't push around the saint of Andromeda. Well, maybe a little.
"You baka, I didn't mean how did you get in my house, I mean, how did you get HERE! Out of, uh, wherever you came from?!"
Tears again. Maybe America didn't completely butcher characters.
"Okay, I'll help you but I'm coming with you when you're done! There's no way a total ho-" wait, hot or not, she had to play it cool, "um a total idiot gets himself hurt and gets my help without giving me adventure" and sex was what she was really thinking, but she would save those thoughts for a later time.
"Thank you for your help, but it's really dangerous out there, you have no idea! We're in a battle with-"
"Let me guess," she cut him off, "your stupid glowey princess got her stupid self kidnapped again and now it's up to the saints to save her while all she does is give speeches worse than Tea's and glow all the freaking time while you guys risk your life and limb so you can do it all over again next week. I know the drill, Shun, and I'm in!"
"How did you-"
Time for her to give a damn good reason, because apparently he had NO idea he was an anime character on her FAVORITE show of ALL time, and if he didn't think she'd survive in a battle, he'd never let her join.
"I have powers, Shun. I know things that you can't even comprehend. I can tell you things about yourself that you haven't told anybody before. I even know about Rosco your-"
"FINE! You can come! Just help me okay?!" a faint blush crossed his cheeks at the thought of someone knowing about his precious stuffed bunny, Rosco, which he could simply not sleep without, "I need to know your name though."
She hesitated for only a second, but realized this was her one chance to be who she dreamed of being since she was a little girl, "The name is Peggi James Crawford."