Chapter 10: Dreaming
Ai Star: Look at the title. That might give you a clue.
Bajy: Yep. Brutal. You had to go and do that? Yeah.
"I do not understand the point of this," Shadow spoke.
"I was initially having a little fun with you," the figure began, "but then you created an abnormality in the sequence. He was supposed to freak you out, but instead you grew attached to him, loving him, even. Sacrificing time for him, wanting and wishing for more children."
"Where am I, really?"
"Physically, you're in a hospitable bed. They're performing CPR on you. You were so attached to the alternate reality I gave you, you left a foot in both worlds and it kinda shocked you. You faded in and out of actual reality because of her. To bring you out, I naturally had to kill her in here. your mental landscape is impressive, Shadow."
"Why do this, then? After it didn't work?"
"I had fund watching you play. Then I realized this could be a learning experience for you. Out there, she wants children with you, Shadow. If she were to ever find out she was pregnant, you would have run away for at least a year. So i forced you into a situation where you didn't have to run to realize that you were ready. You didn't even have to think hard to know you wanted that. She didn't have to suffer or forgive you. Your relationship wouldn't have that hanging over your relationship."
His chest heaved.
"What was that," he sputtered.
"I did tell you that they're performing CPR on you."
"Why am I only feeling that now?"
"In here, we're in slow motion. I'll release you, but first I have a question. Are you willing to fight this," the figure pointed to his chest wound, "to get that?" His wife's face appeared in the corner the figure at appeared from.
"Yes. Always."
"Then go. Fight."
And everything turned black.
His eyelids felt heavy. A tube tracked down his throat to make him breath. Hands pumped against his chest rhythmically.
Fight, Shadow.
He breathed in. it was short, all he could do. Air squeaked into his lungs. He kicked at his heart, scarred as it was. He did this kinda thing everyday. He beat the odds. He won the trophies.
And despite the odds stacked against him sometimes, he lived a life worth living.
Blinding white. Light above him. He blinked, then began to choke. Something obstructed his throat. It slid out, and he gasped deep breaths. Someone flipped him on his side, then he suddenly became sick.
The siren stopped.
He tried to form words, but could only groan.
"Is he awake?" someone questioned calmly. A doctor sat on his hip, holding up her hands from the CPR.
"Yeh," he managed weakly. "Yeah, I'm awake."
That's it, guys! That was the last chapter... If you want a one-shot to show you what happened afterwards, I can do that, but I wanted to this to be left on that note because I'm corny. If you have any questions or concerns, I'll be happy to answer them! HAVE A GOOD DAY GUYS!