I woke up to a breeze on my face that smelled like fish and the ocean, my body feeling like I'd just drank thirty cans of Red Bull.
That's when the pain came like a slap across the face. My back swelled up with pain, my chest felt like a sumo wrestler was taking a cool-down on it, my throat felt like it was full of sand and my head hurt so bad I could've started to bawl my eyes out like an idiot.
Of course, I didn't start to cry, because that would've been really goofus-like of me; and I'm not a goofus.
Suddenly someone asked in a Scottish voice, "You 'ight righ' 'ere, girly?"
"No…" I moaned in agony as I curled onto my side. "My head… My arms… My legs… My whole body, basically… Help…"
Then I totally blacked out, fearing that I was on the edge of life. As I closed my eyes, I expected to see "the light" but I passed out too quickly to check.
I woke up again to find that my body felt much better, and not so dang crappy like it had been earlier. Oh- and that I wasn't dead, which basically made my day.
"You think she's alright?" An oddly familiar voice asked in concern.
"Ah, she's gonna be fine," The Scottish voice returned, and it sounded easy-going. Why did it sound so dang familiar? "I put her back to health. She just had a few bruises on the back of her head down to the end of her back; she'll be fine, Hiccup, don't you worry."
Hiccup? What on earth was going on here? Maybe I was dead!
"But she didn't seem too good on the dock!" The other voice- some guy named Hiccup- said in so much worry, I started to worry myself. "I mean, she looked like she was about to die…"
"She'll be fine," The other voice reassured Hiccup kindly. "I bet she'll come around soon enough."
Hiccup made a sound that didn't sound like he was reassured by the Scottish man that'd said I'd be fine. I honestly agreed with Hiccup, proud to admit it.
Then I felt someone nudge my nose with scaly and rough skin. I twisted my face up in pain and barely opened my eyes. I met greenish-yellow eyes that were filled with curiosity, and yelped in surprise.
The "thing" with greenish-yellow eyes jumped back and made some gurgling sound that I recognized. It came from Toothless in How to Train Your Dragon. But I knew no one would be able to do that… Of course I did. I did, right?
This "thing" spread its huge jet black wings and sailed over to someone I would've never expected to see in front of me in skin and flesh.
That special someone with medium-length dark auburn hair, green eyes, freckles across their face, and was tall and weak-looking. Yes, it was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III.
You know me- How to Train Your Dragon fanatic, nerd, sarcastic girl and a loyal friend. Let's have a close up on my fan-girl side. Now, I'd seen that movie more than fifty times, and I loved it so much. So you'd expect me to start hyperventilating. Fortunately, I didn't; I screamed bloody murder.
The "thing" was of course Toothless, I'm not stupid. Toothless' pupils narrowed into slits and he roared at me, making me scream again.
Chain reaction: Roar, scream, roar, scream, roar, scream, roar, scream.
That went on for about two more minutes before Hiccup shouted, "ALL RIGHT, QUIT IT YOU TWO- NOW OR ELSE I WILL WHACK SOMEONE!"
Toothless' eyes went back to their puppy-side, and he looked at Hiccup innocently, his tail sweeping across the floor. Hiccup rolled his eyes and studied me in interest.
I was just breathing heavily in a fast pace, shaking in fear and holding the warm blanket up to my chin for safety. I wasn't really that interesting, I have to say.
Finally I muttered, "Oh-my-gosh… This can't be happening to me."
Hiccup gave me a look that meant he thought I was nuts. "What?"
I sat up and explained, "Alright, I know you might find this crazy and might want to feed me to your dragons- which I can't believe I'm seeing right now- but it's the truth. Well, I was getting ready to head to Colorado- it's somewhere not even close to here, just in case you're wondering- with my friend Jasmine and her parents. We were in a rush- moving around really fast is a good translation for that- to get on the road- it's like a trail that leads to numerous spots and places- and I went to get my suitcase- uh, that's like a very big pouch that holds your clothes and stuff in it- and the door was jammed! I was pulling on it but it wouldn't move! Then it opened, and I stepped through, and I fell through a huge hole! I woke up, and now I'm here! Please, Hiccup, don't think I'm crazy!"
Hiccup and Toothless were just staring at me like I was some psychopath. They probably thought I needed a straightjacket as soon as possible. Then they busted up laughing.
I grunted in frustration and exclaimed, "I'm not joking!"
Laughing.
"Please, I'm not lying!"
Howling now.
"Please!"
Crying.
"Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top?"
About to roll on the floor.
"Please, Hiccup! Please!"
Now I was about to cry in frustration. I wanted them to believe me, but they didn't. And the truth? I couldn't believe myself either. I wanted to go home before I humiliated myself even more.
So I stood up, bolted over to the door that was closed and opened it. I just saw something like a living room that led to a kitchen-like thing. No black hole- zero, zip, nada.
That's when I started to freak out even more. The pulse in my wrist grew larger as my heart started to pound and my body started to shake along with my lower lip.
I couldn't get out. I couldn't leave. I was stuck here forever. I had to live without my dad, Jasmine and all my other friends back in Texas a few eons later than me. I wouldn't see my dad again.
These thoughts ran into my mind as I closed and opened the door again, muttering like a mad-man, "Why can't I leave? Why can't I leave again? Why? Why? Why?"
Hiccup and Toothless had recovered from laughing and were now behind me and staring. I didn't care about that though; I just wanted to go home.
Maybe this is a dream, I thought, and I had a brilliant idea. I began to close and open my eyes after leaving the door wide open, hoping that I would wake up back in Jasmine's room.
I was still in front of Hiccup and Toothless. I wouldn't go home- ever again.
Hopeless tears raised into my eyes as my knees buckled. I fell to my knees as I started to sob in desperation. I wanted to go home.
Toothless sneaked up on me and wrapped his tail around me. He swept me in and purred, trying to get me to stop crying. His scales rubbed against me as his head rubbed my shoulder in affection.
"Hey," Hiccup said to me kindly, now on the other side of me, trying to look at me straight in the eye. "Don't cry."
I wiped my nose that was now covered in snot and looked at Hiccup. Then I remembered his leg. He'd lost his leg at the end of the movie from battling the Red Death, saving his tribe.
I felt guilty. Why was I the one crying? Hiccup was the one with the prosthetic leg! He must've felt devastated when he woke up and saw it for the first time! He'd lost a leg! And I was crying because I was Dorothy Jr. and thought, we're not in Kansas anymore. Geez, I was pathetic!
I managed a smile and croaked, "I'm trying not to, but I can't help it. I shouldn't be the one crying; you should. You lost a leg."
Hiccup looked crestfallen, and his gorgeous eyes filled with sadness. "Yeah, well, I didn't ask for it. At least we're all here in one piece- kinda."
I couldn't help but laugh. Then I realized I might've been falling for the hero of Berk.
