Holy Chicken Nuggets! It's been a while since I updated! *Sheepish Smile* I sowwy. I've been SUPER busy lately.
My sister is getting married so I've been busy helping her out, since I'm the maid of honor.
My Aunt has cancer and a surgery coming up on January 18th, so I've been spending as much time with her that I can. The doctor say's that there is only a 10 %percent chance that she will survive through it. :'(
And Thank everyone so much for all the reviews! They mean a lot to me! :')
So, here's the next chapter! Hope I didn't give anyone any anxiety attacks ;) Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for original characters and ideas. :P
Chapter 3.
Farrah P.O.V.
"Guys watch out!" Joe yelled. I screamed and hoped off the railing.
"Joe! Farrah! What the hell are you…." Charles was cut of by the train EXPLODING as it collided with the pick up truck.
SCHREECH! BOOM! BANG! CRASH!
"Oh my god!" Cary exclaimed.
"RUN!" Joe shouted, and we all obeyed. The camera crashed to the ground as we ran to the other side of the deck.
"Oh my god!" Martin screamed.
"GO!" Joe shouted, but we stopped when a piece of the train went flying by.
"Holy Shit!" Cary grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him and we ran back, Charles and Joe following. Preston and Martin had already made it off the other side, and disappeared under the porch.
"Alice!" I looked back to see Alice run off around the other side of the station. Joe almost went after her, but I grabbed onto his wrist.
"No! There's no time Joe! We have to go!" I screamed, but he wouldn't budge. Charles ran over and helped.
"Joe, lets go! We got to go!" He shouted at him. He finally moved and we ran as a part of the train flew towards us. As we jumped off of the platform, I heard Martin and Preston.
"Keep going!" "Are we alive!" I heard them scream, but Cary and Joe pulled me away.
As we ran, piece's of debris went flying all around us, and I glanced back just in time to see the station blown to hell by the train. As it exploded, train cars landed on both sides of us. I screamed and ran faster. Somewhere along the way, I spit out my gum so I wouldn't choke.
"I don't want to die!" Charles screamed, his voice cracking.
"Then run faster!" I shouted. Just then, some part of the train crashed in front of us, and exploded.
"Oh my god!" Cary tightened his grip on my hand and pulled me to the left with him and Charles.
"JOE!" I screeched as he separated from us. I could no longer see him through all of the flames. I broke free from Cary's grip and ran in the direction Joe went.
"Farrah NO!" Charles and Cary both grabbed one of my arms and haled me back. Another train car went flying by, and we where knocked to the ground a few feet away from each other.
"Ahhhhh!" I screeched, tears of fear running down my face as giant piece's of debris fell all around us. I curled up slightly, in a fetal like position.
"Cary! Charles!" I cried. Cary speed crawled over to me and wrapped his arms around me from behind. He covered me as sharp metal flew around threw the air. Charles was a foot away, so I reached out and grabbed his hand. I felt him squeeze it, and thanked god he was conscious.
"Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" I heard Charles chant over and over again. Since Cary's arms where wrapped around my shoulder area, I clutched onto his right upper arm with my free hand, and I closed my eyes. I sobbed as the sounds of explosions and blazing fire surrounded us. I then did something I hadn't done ever since my father started to beat me when I was 10.
I prayed.
I prayed for Cary, I prayed for Joe, I prayed for Charles, I prayed for Alice, I prayed for Preston, and I prayed for Martin. I prayed that we would get out of this alive. I prayed that my mom and sister live long, happy lives if I didn't survive. I prayed for life.
"Please god, don't take my friends. Let them get out of this." I whispered, tears running freely down my cheeks. They must have heard me, because Charles squeezed my hand and Cary tightened his arms around me.
I felt my lungs burning and dizziness creeping up. I tried to calm myself down and thought back to happy memories of my friends and I, as the world crashed down all around us.
FLASHBACK
"Farrah! Sweetie, come back!" Shouted Nancy Jackson as a little girl in tears ran out of the house.
Five year old Farrah Jackson threw herself onto her butt in her backyard and pulled her knees to her chest.
She hadn't understood why her mothers stomach had been getting bigger, until her parents told her with joyful bliss that she was to become a big sister in a few months. Unfortunately, Farrah did not like this news.
"Hi Farrah! Whatcha doing?" Farrah looked up through her tears and saw her neighbor and best friend coming threw her back gate. His cheerful attitude disappeared when he realized his friends state of sadness.
"Whats'a matter, Fi?" Five year old Cary Grant plopped down next to the crying girl. She sniffled and pulled at some grass.
"My mommy's gonna have a baby." She said sadly. Cary was confused as to why she was sad.
"What's wrong with that? Your gonna be a big sister!" He smiled. Farrah sniffled and another tear escaped.
"Yeah, but she's having a little girl!" Farrah sobbed, ripping a full chunk of grass out of the ground.
"Do you want a boy?" He asked, stumped. Since he was only five, he had no idea how to handle a crying girl.
"Yes! I'd like a boy better, because now I'm not gonna be mommy or daddy's favorite girl anymore." She wiped at her eyes. Cary decided now would be a good time to pull out the present he had brought over.
"Your mommy and daddy will still love you Fi. Here, I made this for you." He shyly handed her something dangly. Farrah wiped her eyes again and took it from him. She smiled when she saw the dark red little rock she and Cary had discovered on their school playground. They had been searching for four leaf clovers, and Cary found it in the grass. He said he was going to keep it, and when Farrah asked why, he said "Because, it's pretty like you."
"Thank you Cary! How did you get it on this chain?" She asked, twirling it around.
"My mommy helped me put it on there." He smiled, happy she enjoyed it so much. Farrah grinned and tackled him into the grass, hugging the life out of him.
"I love it lots!" She giggled. Cary blushed and hugged her back.
"You'll always be my favorite girl, Farrah." He whispered, slightly embarrassed. She blushed and got off him, then helped him up. Smiling at each other, Cary clumsily helped her put it around her neck.
"So, whatcha wanna do now?" Cary asked. Farrah grinned and tapped his chest.
"Tag! Your it!" She giggled like crazy and ran away. They chased each other around the yard for the rest of the day, laughing and enjoying their time. Farrah completely forgot all sadness about her soon to be baby sister as she had fun with her best friend.
END FALSHBACK.
SECOND FLASHBACK:"Happy Birthday dear Farrah! Happy Birthday to you!" Family members and friends sang. Farrah grinned and blew out all 14 candles scattered around her giant cake.
"Wooo!" "Yeah Farrah!" Her best friends whooped and cheered as they gathered around her. Laughing, Farrah smiled as her mother snapped another picture of her.
"I cant believe my baby's Fourteen!" Nancy Jackson exclaimed dramatically, pulling her daughter into a bone crushing hug. Farrah rolled her eyes, but hugged her mother back. A bunch of her friends, classmates and family members had gathered around her huge backyard to celebrate her 14'th Birthday, some still in the pool. Her father, being the jackass he is, came up with the excuse of a important business trip for work which her mother and sister bought, but Farrah could care less.
"Boys! Come stand next to Farrah. I need pictures of you guys all together!" Nancy called an hour later after cake and presents. Farrah, who was talking to some friends from the cheer team, walked over to her mother. The boys obeyed Mrs. Jackson's orders and formed a group around their friend, grinning. After a serious group picture, and then a goofy one that involved bunny ears, all of the boys took separate pictures with the birthday girl.
Preston had picked her up bridal style and they both grinned at the camera.
Martin put her on his shoulders and held onto her knees, grinning.
Charles wrapped one arm around her shoulder, and she the same to him, grinning.
She hoped onto Joe's back and he locked his arms under her knee's, both grinning.
But the picture of Cary and her, was her favorite. It was simple, his arms wrapped around her waist and her head on his shoulder, sweet smiles on their face's.
"Perfect, very nice." Mrs. Jackson smiled at the picture's as she walked over to a family member, probably going to show them. Cary let go of Farrah, and she stepped over to the table that had all the drinks and food.
"Oh Farrah….." She set her drink down and turned around at the sound of her friends calling her simultaneously. She gulped when she saw them smirking mischievously at her.
"Yeah…..?" She asked warily. They glanced at each other and nodded. "What are….?" She was cut off as they came at her, lifted her up and carried her suspiciously closer to the pool. Her eyes widened when she realized what they where doing.
"Charles, Joe, Cary, Martin, Preston! Don't you dare!" But it was too late. She screamed as she was thrown into the pool by her friends.
SPLASH!
The boys fell to the ground in a laughing heap when she resurfaced, mascara running down her face.
"You look like a melting raccoon!" Charles gasped out, and this time a bunch of her family members and other friends started to laugh. Huffing, Farrah swam to the edge of the pool closest to the guys, her purple dress waving in the water behind her.
"Haha, your hilarious. Now help me out!" She demanded, holding out her arms to them. Preston and Martin calmed down some and grabbed her arms.
"No guys! Don't….!" But Joe was cut off as Farrah grinned evilly and pulled them head first into the pool with her. Cracking up all over again, Cary, Charles and Joe where glared at by Preston and Martin when they came up to the surface.
"How do you like it?" She smirked. Martin carefully removed his glasses and laid them in the grass, before turning back to her with Preston. She gasped as they both put a hand on her head and dunked her.
"Take that, birthday girl!" Preston laughed. She glared playfully then smirked again. Putting one hand on each of their heads, she pushed them both underwater.
"HAHAHAHA! I win!" She cackled like a crazy person, then pulled herself out of the pool and up onto the grass. Her mother brought a towel over to her and Farrah gratefully took it, seeing as how her soaking wet dress was clinging to her and partially see threw.
…...
"Alright! Who's ready for some left over cake!" Farrah asked as she carried out a tray of left over cake into her backyard. All of the boys raised their hands and she laughed.
It was now 7:00 in the evening, and the party had ended. After Farrah, Martin and Preston had gotten cleaned up, the group met up in her backyard again 30 minutes later for their camp out. One giant tent was set up, since Farrah's mom trusted her to be in the same tent with all the boys, and the guys where sitting in the grass in a little circle. After giving them each a piece, Farrah plopped down between Martin and Cary.
"Your finally 14 with us." Joe commented out of the blue. Farrah raised an eyebrow at him.
"So?" She asked, swallowing the cake that was in her mouth.
"So! Our little Farrah's growing up!" Martin pretended to sob and wiped at fake tears. The others followed his lead and fake sobbed dramatically. Farrah laughed and took another bit of cake.
"Well, at least she'll always be the baby." Charles said after they sobered up. Now she rolled her eyes. It was true, Farrah was the baby of the group, being a couple of months younger than them all.
"Oh shut up." She giggled. Cary fake gasped and looked at the others.
"What's this I hear? Shut up? The baby is bossing us around!" Cary exclaimed as if it where the end of the world. They all chuckled and Cary turned back to Farrah. "This just wont do." He stated with a smirk, then grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her face into her cake. All went silent as they stared, wide eyed at the two. Farrah slowly brought her head up, cake smudged all over her face. She wiped it off of her eyes, nose and mouth, before letting out a sarcastic giggle.
"Oh, Cary. You shouldn't have done that." She said in a sickingly sweet voice with a smile to match. The boys glanced back and forth between the two as they both stood up.
"Now Farrah, cant we talk about this?" Cary gulped and backed up as she slowly stalked towards him, a glob of cake in her hand. She smirked and shook her head.
"No." And she lunged. Cary was able to dodge her and took off the other way. But, luck wasn't on his side when she was able to catch up. She caught hold of his belt on his pants and tugged it back. He let out a yelp as she threw the cake down his pants.
"Are you crazy woman?" He shouted, hopping around and clutching his pants. She shrugged and walked back to the guys, who cracked up.
"Oh my god! Did she get you!" Charles was in tears as they laughed at their friends dis-comfort. Farrah smirked and raised an eyebrow at him.
"And what are you laughing about?" She giggled, then scooped up some more cake. Charles fell backwards when it collided with his face, unbalanced from laughing so much.
"That's it! Your dead meat!" He declared, and thus started a cake war in the backyard.
…...
"So the aliens take him and other volunteers onto their ship and into space with them." Charles blabbed on about "Close Encounters Of The Third Kind" . It was 4 hours later and after everyone cleaned up, they all gathered around a bonfire, eating S'mores in their pajamas. The boy's all sat Indian style, while Farrah's legs where tucked under her sideways, since she was in a nightgown.
"But why would he go with the aliens if he has three kids and a wife on earth?" Martin asked. Farrah pulled her hair back into a messy bun and shoved a S'more into her mouth.
"Well, his wife thought he went loopy, so she'd probably keep her kids away from him anyway, dumbass." Charles said threw a mouth full.
"Don't call me dumbass, you shit-head!" Martin glared at Charles. Rolling her eyes, Farrah threw a Marshmallow at each of them.
"No fighting! Why don't we just go see the movie sometime?" She suggested before a fight broke out. They all agreed and Farrah smiled. The boys then went on to talk about pretty girls in their school, so Farrah tuned them out and stared at the fire. She sighed peacefully, her friends voice's and the crackling of the fire fading into the background. She loved nights like these, when she could relax and have fun with her friends, no worries. Unlike other nights, when her father would get drunk or just mad enough, and beat her. At the thought of her father, she rubbed her upper left arm, which held a golf-ball sized bruise from him. Her eyes watered, but she blinked back the tears before her friends could notice. A tap on her shoulder startled her and she jumped a little.
"You ok, Fi? You've been really quiet." Joe asked, a little concerned. Of course, all of them looked over at her. She locked eyes with Cary for a second, and he gave her a knowing, slightly sad look. She gave a tired smile and yawned.
"Yeah, I'm just tired. And beside's, talking about the most "Hot, Sexy and down right Gorgeous" girls in school isn't really my type of conversation." She said, and they all smiled sheepishly at her.
"Your just jealous." Charles joked. Even thought she knew he was just goofing around with her, Farrah still sighed at that comment.
"Yep. Whatever." She shrugged and stood up. Cary and Preston both hit Charles and he yelped.
"What was that for?" He asked. All the guys glared at him and stood up as well.
"Dumbass!" Cary hissed. Joe set a hand on Farrah's shoulder and she looked up.
"Hey, don't listen to him, Fi. Charles is a moron. You are very pretty Farrah. Us guys are lucky to have a pretty girl like you as our best friend." Joe said sincerely, and the others nodded.
"Yeah Farrah. You don't even notice how much attention you attract from the male population." Preston commented.
"And how we have to beat guys away with sticks when you aren't looking." Joe said and put a protective arm around her shoulder like an older brother, and the others nodded seriously. Blushing, Farrah looked at her feet.
"Thanks guys." She said shyly. Charles cleared his throat and stepped over to her.
"I'm sorry if I made you feel bad, Fi." He said sincerely. Farrah looked up and smiled.
"It's ok, Charlie." She smirked and playfully punched his shoulder, using her old nickname for him to purposely annoy him. He groaned and the others snickered. Cary grabbed a Marshmallow and jammed it onto a stick. Holding it out towards their little group, he smiled at Farrah.
"Here's to Farrah! The nicest, prettiest, most awesome girl in the world!" Cary exclaimed. The guys followed his lead and put all of their Marshmallow covered sticks together in the air.
"Yeah! The most Mint girl ever!" Charles exclaimed.
"To Farrah!" They yelled simultaneously. Farrah blushed again and giggled at their little toast. She grabbed her own Marshmallow stick and held it up to theirs.
"And to the greatest boys in the world! Thank you." She added, and they all grinned at her.
After eating their last S'mores, they put out the fire and pilled into the giant tent.
"Happy birthday Farrah!" The boys chorused one last time. Grinning, Farrah pulled them all into a group hug.
"I love you guys! Thanks for an awesome birthday." They all smiled at each other, and crawled to their sleeping bags. Farrah let her hair out of the bun and laid down.
Once everyone was asleep, she heard some of the boys snoring, and smiled to herself. The sound of her boys snoring and mumbling in their sleep was actually relaxing to her. She felt so safe with her friends, like her father didn't even exist. So she fell asleep that night with a smile on her face, knowing her friends would always be there.
END SECOND FLASHBACK.
The pain in my chest became to much, and I gasped. My grip's on Cary's arm and Charles hand got even tighter as I tried to get air into my lungs.
CRASH!
The boys jumped a little at the final crash, and then it went quiet, the only sound was burning fire crackling.
"Is it over?" Charles asked, sitting up. Cary looked around, before nodding and helping me up. I immediately went for my inhaler, but it was gone along with my emergency shot! My eyes widened and I gasped for air. Cary and Charles turned to me as I looked frantically around the ground.
"It's gone! My inhaler is gone! Along with my shot! They must have fallen out of my pocket!" I informed them. They both went pale.
"Oh crap! Find them!" Cary panicked, and they started digging through some debris. I bent down and put my hands on my knees, looking around the ground as I took deep breathes.
"I don't see them!" Charles yelled. My head shot up at his voice, and I started to get really scared. I started to wheeze, and I knew my lungs where closing slowly but surely. I put one hand on my forehead and blinked a couple of times.
"They have to be here. They have to be…" I lost control of my body and my knees buckled.
"Farrah!" Cary rushed over and caught me under my arms before I could painfully hit the ground. He carefully lowered me down onto my back.
"It hurts!" I gasped out, crying once again. It felt like my insides where on fire, and my air supply was slowly lessening.
"Oh god! Is she ok?" I heard Charles yell. I was slowly suffocating.
"Just keep looking for the shot!" Cary shouted over his shoulder. I started to claw at my own throat, desperate for air. My back arched and I started to kick my legs frantically. Gasping and choking, tears ran freely down my face.
"Farrah! Stop!" Cary grabbed my wrist's to prevent my from harming myself. I struggled as much as I could. "Stop Farrah. Stop." I finally gave up struggling and Cary let go of my wrist's. My chest still burned and I had no control as my body jerked and my back arched off the ground again. I started screaming and Cary's eyes widened for a moment.
"Make it stop!" I sobbed. Cary straddled my waist and pinned me down. He grabbed my face with both hands.
"I know it hurts, Fi. Just concentrate on breathing." He told me. I gripped onto his upper arms.
"I cant!" I gasped, shaking my head. He gently but forcefully pulled my face up so I was looking strait at him.
"Look at me Farrah! Yes you can. Deep breathes. In and out. In and out." He told me soothingly, then demonstrated by taking his own deep breath. Looking at his caring face calmed me a little, and I tried the deep breathes. I was able to get some air in, but still struggled. Cary got off of my waist, and pulled me in between his legs. I gripped onto his jeans and he held onto my upper arms.
"Just keep breathing. It's okay." Cary whispered, pulling me closer, my back to his chest. I gripped his jeans so tight, I'm surprised I didn't rip them. My back arched every few seconds, and I probably looked possessed. "I know it burns. Just stay awake Farrah, stay with me. The air is coming, Fi. The pain will pass, and the air is coming. In and out. Here it comes Farrah, the air is coming." Cary soothed.
I struggled around, before my back arched a final time, and I got in a huge, deep breath of air. My body slouched back against Cary's chest as the fire in my lungs slowly cleared. Soon, all the burning left and it was just tiredness. I felt so weak, but at least I was still alive. I leaned on Cary and he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.
"Your ok Farrah. Shhhh…. Relax." He rocked me gently as I let a few more tears fall. "Your okay."
I didn't even know Charles had been watching, until I noticed him wiping at his eyes, only a few feet away.
"Is…..is she ok?" Charles asked, his voice cracking. I was to tired to speak, so I gave the smallest nod.
"She's fine for now, but we need to find her inhaler so it doesn't happen again." Cary answered. Charles only nodded and went back to searching. Cary kept rocking me back and forth, while I closed my eyes and focused on breathing and staying calm.
"Hey! I found them!" My eyes shot open. Charles ran over and kneeled next to us. I grabbed my inhaler out of his hands the second I saw it. While I let my inhaler go to work, Cary and Charles looked relieved. Once I felt good enough, I smiled at Charles.
"Thanks. I needed that." I said. He let out a little chuckle and stood up.
"No problem. Are you ok now?" He asked.
"I should be. Help me up?" I asked, reaching my arms out to him. He grabbed onto to them and gently pulled me up, Cary reluctantly letting go of my waist. Once I was standing, Charles balanced me as I swayed a little. Cary got up and frowned.
"I don't think you should be up and moving yet, Farrah." He worried, and Charles handed me my emergency shot. I jammed my inhaler and shot far down into my pants pocket so they wouldn't fall out again. Sighing, I looked at both of them.
"I'm fine right now guys. Sure, I'm still kind of dizzy and very tired, but I'm breathing ok." I glanced back and forth in between them. They looked at each other, concerned, before Cary looked back at me and sighed.
"Fine. But I'm not letting you out of my sight." He said seriously. I smiled and nodded.
"Ok. Now, lets go find our friends."
End scene! :D Has anyone ever seen the movie "Signs" with Mel Gibson? Well for anyone who hasn't, it's an alien movie and one of the characters, the little boy, has asthma. Towards the end of the movie, they show him having an asthma attack. So, you can find a video of it one youtube. Just look up:
"Signs Asthma attack scene".
This is how I picture Farrah's asthma attack. :D
Once again, I'm super sorry for not updating sooner. I've got a bunch of stuff going on.
My sister is getting married, and as the maid of honor, I've been helping her out with all kinds of details. Plus, she still has to find her wedding dress, we have to get our bride's maid's dresses, and a whole bunch of other stuff. And, I have to practice a dance that the brides maid's are going to perform at the reception! :P But, my sister is worth it. :D
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