~I realized as well it was really suspense after reading it. So I changed
the second thingy to supernatural, even though I still dont know what else
it would fall under. The reason its so hard to tell what's reality and
whats a nightmare is because I'm aiming for that. So being confused is
good. I'm trying to raise the question, "When do dreams stop being dreams?"
So far I think I'm doing a good job. Just a fair warning, Blossom's
nightmares are going to get even more disturbing and aggressive. I doubt a
story can make anyone queasy. But I'm just warning you."
Chapter 3: In silence we sleep.....
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Bubbles sat silently in the girls bedroom staring at the wall. Everything that had transpired in the last 48 hours was still hitting her hard. It felt like a dream, no, a nightmare. Bubbles wanted to fix it all. She wanted to make Blossom's pain go away and have her return to just being her sister. Buttercup didn't seem to be taking it well either. Bubbles had found her bawling with Blossom lying in front of her. Bubbles called the Professor and got him to bring them both to the Hospital. Bubbles had stayed behind because she couldn't take any more of Blossom's insane ranting. Everytime she was awake she yelled something different. It always involved something with pain or the strange phrase in some language no one could figure out. Bubbles grabbed her knees and pulled them to her chest. Was Blossom going to die?
"No... she's not."
Bubbles stood. She knew what she needed to do. She had to find Ray. If she found him maybe he could help her and make Blossom's pain go away for ever. Bubbles grabbed a pen and a sheet of paper and scribled a note for her sister and the Professor. She grabbed a small blue back pack and stuffed it with some money and enough foor for two days. She hefted it onto her back and opened the front door. She took and deep breath and flew off, away from Townsville.
Buttercup sat staring at Blossom. She didn't look like the sister she had known for her whole life. Blossom was bandaged around her whole right arm. She had slipped off into a slight comma from the traumatic blood loss and was having difficulty breathing. So a tube had solved that problem. Buttercup folded her hands and placed them to her mouth and leaned on her knees watching the heart monitor beep softly. Whatever was wrong with Blossom wasn't a phsyical thing. Buttercup could feel it. Something was wrong with Blossom inside. The doctors wouldn't listen to her though. What did she know? She was just a little girl. Buttercup stood. She needed to tell the Professor what she thought was wrong. Maybe he could help.
Blossom felt her mind wake but didn't open her eyes. She feared whatever would be there when she did. A voice however spoke to her soothingly.
"It's okay Blossom. You can open your eyes."
Blossom didn't say anything she clenched her teeth and tightened her hands into fists. The voice laughed slightly.
"Oh Blossom. You're so silly. Nothing here can hurt you. You're safe here."
Blossom opened one eyes slowly. The sun was shinning softly down on her an a cool breeze was blowing over her. She put her hands down on the ground and felt grass. She sat up and looked around. She was in what appeared to be an endless meadow. A few trees were scattered about and the tall grass swayed from the gentle push of the wind. The voice spoke again, closer.
"Beautiful isn't it?"
"Yes, it reminds me of something."
"Of me?"
Blossom turned to see a tree behind her. A boy about her age stepped out. His dark brown hair was trimmed short and his deep brown eyes sparkled with his grin. He was dressed in all black and was holding a single rose. Blossom felt emotions hit her like a truck. She stood quickly and stumbled as she tried to run to him. She fell into his arms and he held her.
"Ray! I've missed you so much!"
Ray smiled and ran his hand through her hair slowly. He lifte her chin so he could look in her eyes and smiled.
"I've missed you too Blossom."
Blossom gripped him tightly again and started crying hard. She pulled on the back of his shirt and burried her face in his chest.
"I'm so sorry for everything I did. I'm so sorry for making you leave Ray. Please don't ever leave me again. Please."
Ray didn't say anything for a long time. Blossom finally let go of him and stepped back. He was staring off at nothing and was completely motionless. Blossom wiped tears from her eyes and spoke softly.
"Ray?"
Ray began wavering slightly and then collapsed forward. Blood started leaking out from under him and Blossom fell backwards and screamed. A sudden wave of darkness appeared in the horizon and moved towards her quickly. Blackening all it touched and turned the ground into a sea of rust and grating. Blossom turned and flew as fast as should could. Tears streamed down her face as the darkness enveloped her. She suddenly dropped from the air and landed on the rusted grating. She gripped the small holes and shook as tears came hard. She threw her head back and screamed.
"Just leave me ALONE!!!"
She wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes as the sounds of laughing and claws scraping on metal surrounded her. Her voice was low and harsh as she spoke to herself.
"I just wanna go home. Take me home. I just wanna be alone. Leave me alone."
A suddenly sharp jolt of pain in her back snapped her eyes awake. She looked down at her chest. A long spike was rammed completely through her and blood was pooring out endlessly. Her heart was half out of her body and she felt everything slip away again. Leaving the nightmare world through death once again.
Buttercup watched through the plate glass window as doctors struggled with Blossom. She was screaming and ranting something about wanting to be left alone. She had somehow managed to cut herself on her chest as blood was leaking into her white hospital gown. The doctors finally managed to sedate her and strapped her to the bed again. A man stepped out of the room and wiped blood on his coat. He turned to Buttercup and nodded to her. He walked towards her and knelt.
"Buttercup, where is your father?"
"The Professor? Uhm.... I think he's back at home why?"
"Well we need to talk to him. We're going to be admitting Blossom into a new hospital."
Buttercup felt her head began to spin. A bitter feeling of where Blossom was going began to creep into her mind.
"Wh.... what hospital.?"
The doctor sighed and touched her shoulder.
"Buttercup, Blossom is very sick. But she's sick with something I don't know how to cure."
"Wh.... wh..... What hospital?"
The doctor looked her straight in the eyes and spoke softly.
"Gloriville Asylum."
"No! Blossom is not insane! She doesn't need to go there!"
"Buttercup, Blossom doesn't have controll of her mind anymore. We have too before she hurts herself or worse someone else."
"SHE IS NOT INSANE!!"
"I'm sorry Buttercup. But the board has already decided. We have no choice."
The words struck Buttercup like the worst blow she had ever recieved. The thought of her sister in a small white room disturbed her worse than what she had seen in the bathroom. Was Blossom insane? As Buttercup watched her sister sleep silently in her bed she concluded something for the first time in two days.
"I'm going to fix all of this... You watch."
Buttercup tore herself away from watching her sister and left the hospital in a great haste.
Blossom's eyes fluttered open slowly. She shook her head and tried to move her arms but couldnt. Something was keeping her from moving. She looked down and saw a brown straight jacket had been placed on her. Her eyes darted around the room quickly. A dull white padding covered the walls of the small square room. A single door with a round window was set across from her. A camera was in the corner watching her. She tried to move out of its view but it followed her movements. She turned around and stared at the wall behind her. Where the hell was she? The door opened behind her and she made an effort to stand and turned. When she did she immeadiatly fell back down. A man stood in the doorway. Though he looked like no man she had ever seen. He stood somewhere near seven feet tall and had abnormally long arms. His face was twisted and looked to posses scales instead of skin. His eyes were set deep in his skull and were difficult to even see. He checked a small clipboard and spoke in a low voice.
"Blossom Utonium, patient #1425623. Stand for bathing."
Blossom stood weakly as the man stepped aside and two small creature ran into the room making wild hissing noises. They carried a rusty looking hose and turned it on yelling loudly. A powerful spray hit Blossom in the stomach and knocked the wind out of her lungs. She doubles over and the spray whipped into her and soaked her clothing. The water suddenly stopped and the two small creatures left. The man checked the clip board again and spoke.
"Your meal will arrive in precisely one hour. Do not touch or speak to whoever brings you your food. Otherwise you will be punished."
"Where am I?"
Blossom's voice was soft and muffled by the padded floors. The man cocked the eyebrow he didn't have and spoke.
"Gloriville asylum. They found you in an alleyway two days ago. You've been here since."
Blossom's eyes went wide as the man turned and left her. She hugged her knees tightly and tried to block out the wild screams of things she could only imagine in her nightmares.
Chapter 3: In silence we sleep.....
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Bubbles sat silently in the girls bedroom staring at the wall. Everything that had transpired in the last 48 hours was still hitting her hard. It felt like a dream, no, a nightmare. Bubbles wanted to fix it all. She wanted to make Blossom's pain go away and have her return to just being her sister. Buttercup didn't seem to be taking it well either. Bubbles had found her bawling with Blossom lying in front of her. Bubbles called the Professor and got him to bring them both to the Hospital. Bubbles had stayed behind because she couldn't take any more of Blossom's insane ranting. Everytime she was awake she yelled something different. It always involved something with pain or the strange phrase in some language no one could figure out. Bubbles grabbed her knees and pulled them to her chest. Was Blossom going to die?
"No... she's not."
Bubbles stood. She knew what she needed to do. She had to find Ray. If she found him maybe he could help her and make Blossom's pain go away for ever. Bubbles grabbed a pen and a sheet of paper and scribled a note for her sister and the Professor. She grabbed a small blue back pack and stuffed it with some money and enough foor for two days. She hefted it onto her back and opened the front door. She took and deep breath and flew off, away from Townsville.
Buttercup sat staring at Blossom. She didn't look like the sister she had known for her whole life. Blossom was bandaged around her whole right arm. She had slipped off into a slight comma from the traumatic blood loss and was having difficulty breathing. So a tube had solved that problem. Buttercup folded her hands and placed them to her mouth and leaned on her knees watching the heart monitor beep softly. Whatever was wrong with Blossom wasn't a phsyical thing. Buttercup could feel it. Something was wrong with Blossom inside. The doctors wouldn't listen to her though. What did she know? She was just a little girl. Buttercup stood. She needed to tell the Professor what she thought was wrong. Maybe he could help.
Blossom felt her mind wake but didn't open her eyes. She feared whatever would be there when she did. A voice however spoke to her soothingly.
"It's okay Blossom. You can open your eyes."
Blossom didn't say anything she clenched her teeth and tightened her hands into fists. The voice laughed slightly.
"Oh Blossom. You're so silly. Nothing here can hurt you. You're safe here."
Blossom opened one eyes slowly. The sun was shinning softly down on her an a cool breeze was blowing over her. She put her hands down on the ground and felt grass. She sat up and looked around. She was in what appeared to be an endless meadow. A few trees were scattered about and the tall grass swayed from the gentle push of the wind. The voice spoke again, closer.
"Beautiful isn't it?"
"Yes, it reminds me of something."
"Of me?"
Blossom turned to see a tree behind her. A boy about her age stepped out. His dark brown hair was trimmed short and his deep brown eyes sparkled with his grin. He was dressed in all black and was holding a single rose. Blossom felt emotions hit her like a truck. She stood quickly and stumbled as she tried to run to him. She fell into his arms and he held her.
"Ray! I've missed you so much!"
Ray smiled and ran his hand through her hair slowly. He lifte her chin so he could look in her eyes and smiled.
"I've missed you too Blossom."
Blossom gripped him tightly again and started crying hard. She pulled on the back of his shirt and burried her face in his chest.
"I'm so sorry for everything I did. I'm so sorry for making you leave Ray. Please don't ever leave me again. Please."
Ray didn't say anything for a long time. Blossom finally let go of him and stepped back. He was staring off at nothing and was completely motionless. Blossom wiped tears from her eyes and spoke softly.
"Ray?"
Ray began wavering slightly and then collapsed forward. Blood started leaking out from under him and Blossom fell backwards and screamed. A sudden wave of darkness appeared in the horizon and moved towards her quickly. Blackening all it touched and turned the ground into a sea of rust and grating. Blossom turned and flew as fast as should could. Tears streamed down her face as the darkness enveloped her. She suddenly dropped from the air and landed on the rusted grating. She gripped the small holes and shook as tears came hard. She threw her head back and screamed.
"Just leave me ALONE!!!"
She wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes as the sounds of laughing and claws scraping on metal surrounded her. Her voice was low and harsh as she spoke to herself.
"I just wanna go home. Take me home. I just wanna be alone. Leave me alone."
A suddenly sharp jolt of pain in her back snapped her eyes awake. She looked down at her chest. A long spike was rammed completely through her and blood was pooring out endlessly. Her heart was half out of her body and she felt everything slip away again. Leaving the nightmare world through death once again.
Buttercup watched through the plate glass window as doctors struggled with Blossom. She was screaming and ranting something about wanting to be left alone. She had somehow managed to cut herself on her chest as blood was leaking into her white hospital gown. The doctors finally managed to sedate her and strapped her to the bed again. A man stepped out of the room and wiped blood on his coat. He turned to Buttercup and nodded to her. He walked towards her and knelt.
"Buttercup, where is your father?"
"The Professor? Uhm.... I think he's back at home why?"
"Well we need to talk to him. We're going to be admitting Blossom into a new hospital."
Buttercup felt her head began to spin. A bitter feeling of where Blossom was going began to creep into her mind.
"Wh.... what hospital.?"
The doctor sighed and touched her shoulder.
"Buttercup, Blossom is very sick. But she's sick with something I don't know how to cure."
"Wh.... wh..... What hospital?"
The doctor looked her straight in the eyes and spoke softly.
"Gloriville Asylum."
"No! Blossom is not insane! She doesn't need to go there!"
"Buttercup, Blossom doesn't have controll of her mind anymore. We have too before she hurts herself or worse someone else."
"SHE IS NOT INSANE!!"
"I'm sorry Buttercup. But the board has already decided. We have no choice."
The words struck Buttercup like the worst blow she had ever recieved. The thought of her sister in a small white room disturbed her worse than what she had seen in the bathroom. Was Blossom insane? As Buttercup watched her sister sleep silently in her bed she concluded something for the first time in two days.
"I'm going to fix all of this... You watch."
Buttercup tore herself away from watching her sister and left the hospital in a great haste.
Blossom's eyes fluttered open slowly. She shook her head and tried to move her arms but couldnt. Something was keeping her from moving. She looked down and saw a brown straight jacket had been placed on her. Her eyes darted around the room quickly. A dull white padding covered the walls of the small square room. A single door with a round window was set across from her. A camera was in the corner watching her. She tried to move out of its view but it followed her movements. She turned around and stared at the wall behind her. Where the hell was she? The door opened behind her and she made an effort to stand and turned. When she did she immeadiatly fell back down. A man stood in the doorway. Though he looked like no man she had ever seen. He stood somewhere near seven feet tall and had abnormally long arms. His face was twisted and looked to posses scales instead of skin. His eyes were set deep in his skull and were difficult to even see. He checked a small clipboard and spoke in a low voice.
"Blossom Utonium, patient #1425623. Stand for bathing."
Blossom stood weakly as the man stepped aside and two small creature ran into the room making wild hissing noises. They carried a rusty looking hose and turned it on yelling loudly. A powerful spray hit Blossom in the stomach and knocked the wind out of her lungs. She doubles over and the spray whipped into her and soaked her clothing. The water suddenly stopped and the two small creatures left. The man checked the clip board again and spoke.
"Your meal will arrive in precisely one hour. Do not touch or speak to whoever brings you your food. Otherwise you will be punished."
"Where am I?"
Blossom's voice was soft and muffled by the padded floors. The man cocked the eyebrow he didn't have and spoke.
"Gloriville asylum. They found you in an alleyway two days ago. You've been here since."
Blossom's eyes went wide as the man turned and left her. She hugged her knees tightly and tried to block out the wild screams of things she could only imagine in her nightmares.