A/N: Thanks for my review. I actually didn't think I'd get any, and sorry I took so long. I was momentarily preoccupied. I'll start leaving hints in this chapter. ;)
When dreams and reality blend
"Do you remember anything? Anything about the man at all?"
Rianna was relying too heavily on coffee to remove the fog from Nel's weary mind. Not that it would do any good, even if Nel weren't already sober.
Nel mused over her fresh cup of coffee in disinterest. Rianna was growing frustrated. Did Nel even care that she would one day have to tell the child where it came from? The question spawned a second.
"Nel. I know shouldn't ask this but-"
"Then why ask?"
"...I...you haven't considered...you know..."
"Having an abortion?"
"I'm not suggesting it, I was just-"
"No."
The word was as final as it was a lie. Nevertheless, the subject was dead, at least for the time being.
"Getting back to the mystery man," Rianna said, trying to mask her discontentment.
"I really don't remember anything about him," Nel said scratching her head. Rianna was going to comment, but then Nel added, "except..."
Dance with me.....
"Except what?" Rianna pressed.
Nel wasn't listening.
Images faded in and out of her mind. One moment, she had been sitting with her sister. The next, she was walking. Being led by a stranger, who's face she still could not see.
"Where are we going?" She had asked.
The man only smiled back at her. Even in the dark he was beautiful. Yet, the smile....there was something there that she didn't like. He had asked her to dance with him. But what else had he said?
"Nel!!!"
The slamming of Rianna's fist down on the table was enough to snap back to reality.
"Yeah, what?" Nel asked in annoyance.
"Yeah what?" Rianna repeated in greater annoyance. "You're zoning out on me. I asked you if you've seen a doctor. That's not a do-it-yourself kit your carrying."
"I've seen a doctor or two," Nel sighed, "could we give it a rest for awhile...I want to talk about something else."
Shrugging, Rianna complied. "So....stolen anything lately?"
*******************
Nel laid in what was now her bed pouting. She had taken $200 dollars out of her father's wallet once and now she would be known as a thief for the rest of her meager little existance. The question had spawned an arguement that could have wakened the dead, and now here she sat. Dejected and alone.
Sighing, Nel laid back on the bed. She pu a hand to her belly, her thoughts turning towards things she didn't want to consider, not now. Now she was getting sleepy. And she wouldn't be able to defend herself when he came again....
***********(Dream sequence)
Come with me...
Nel shook her head furiously, but followed. Her body didn't belong to herself, not anymore. There was nothing but the two of them, and the surrounding darkness. He was all that she could see, and yet she didn't want to be near him. Why, she didn't know.
He now held her hand. Firmly, but not hard enough to cause too much discomfort. But that hand would constrict painfully around her delicate wrist if she resisted. And again, still as musically as before, he would bid her to come with him.
"Where are we going?" she would ask, "Please....I want to go now."
He wouldn't let her go. He would only shake his head slightly, and smile. She was afraid of that smile. It was a smile that did not comfort. It signalled an impending doom.
He led her to a door.
"N-No. Where are you-"
The man pulled Nel through the door. It shut behind them...
************* (End Dream sequence)
Nel awoke, a strangled scream caught in her throat. She reached for the lamp to turn it on. She paused mid motion, remembering that she had fallen asleep without turning it off.
Nel went ahead and turned on the light, fearing that her heart would stop if some unnatural horror would have reveal itself.
She had been beneath the sheets. And yet, on the opposite side of the bed, there was an impression, as if someone had been sitting there.
"Get a grip," she ordered herself. It was Rianna's apartment wasn't it? Maybe Rianna had come in, looked in on her for a bit and then turned off the light. Simple.
Nel was ready to laugh off her ridulous notions, until she remembered that she'd locked the door.
Moaning into her hands, Nel grudgingly got out of bed.
"No use sleeping when your suffering from paranoia." Nel muttered.
Truth be told, Nel couldn't face what was happening.
She couldn't explain the dreams, the voice, nor the fact that after two abortions and a fall down a long flight of stairs, how it was that she was still pregnant. There wasn't a scratch on her either. Not so much as a bruise. This was not normal.
Nel was now planted in front of her sister's television. She had it to herself, and had taken it upon herself to be surrounded with all the junkfood that there was in the house. Pregnant women need nurishment too after all.
*Click*
"Boring..."
*Click*
"Seen it..."
*Click*
"Yuck!"
Eventually, she found herself watching a documentary on abortions. Laughing out loud at the irony, Nel decided to watch it. Perhaps in doing so she'd learn where she went wrong.
The documentary had been on for fifteen minutes, and was now nearing the interesting part: How abortions were done.
Nel and her bowl of popcorn were not prepared for what happened next.
The T.V. shook and then settled, as if it had been hit. Nel stomped on the floor angriliy. It was probably some idiot in the apartment below causing it.
Again, the T.V shook. It had been large enough to be placed on the ground, and the fact that it was shaking now had to mean the people in the apartment below were doing it, at least in Nel's mind. Nel stomped a little harder.
"Stop it you assholes!" She shouted, "I'm watching something educational up here!"
The T.V turned over, forcefully. Nel screamed as the only light in the room went out. Popcorn flew into darkness. Nel fell back against the couch, well aware that she was not alone.
*************
Hmm, I guess those hints weren't good enough huh? I'll try to do better with the next chapter ^_^.
When dreams and reality blend
"Do you remember anything? Anything about the man at all?"
Rianna was relying too heavily on coffee to remove the fog from Nel's weary mind. Not that it would do any good, even if Nel weren't already sober.
Nel mused over her fresh cup of coffee in disinterest. Rianna was growing frustrated. Did Nel even care that she would one day have to tell the child where it came from? The question spawned a second.
"Nel. I know shouldn't ask this but-"
"Then why ask?"
"...I...you haven't considered...you know..."
"Having an abortion?"
"I'm not suggesting it, I was just-"
"No."
The word was as final as it was a lie. Nevertheless, the subject was dead, at least for the time being.
"Getting back to the mystery man," Rianna said, trying to mask her discontentment.
"I really don't remember anything about him," Nel said scratching her head. Rianna was going to comment, but then Nel added, "except..."
Dance with me.....
"Except what?" Rianna pressed.
Nel wasn't listening.
Images faded in and out of her mind. One moment, she had been sitting with her sister. The next, she was walking. Being led by a stranger, who's face she still could not see.
"Where are we going?" She had asked.
The man only smiled back at her. Even in the dark he was beautiful. Yet, the smile....there was something there that she didn't like. He had asked her to dance with him. But what else had he said?
"Nel!!!"
The slamming of Rianna's fist down on the table was enough to snap back to reality.
"Yeah, what?" Nel asked in annoyance.
"Yeah what?" Rianna repeated in greater annoyance. "You're zoning out on me. I asked you if you've seen a doctor. That's not a do-it-yourself kit your carrying."
"I've seen a doctor or two," Nel sighed, "could we give it a rest for awhile...I want to talk about something else."
Shrugging, Rianna complied. "So....stolen anything lately?"
*******************
Nel laid in what was now her bed pouting. She had taken $200 dollars out of her father's wallet once and now she would be known as a thief for the rest of her meager little existance. The question had spawned an arguement that could have wakened the dead, and now here she sat. Dejected and alone.
Sighing, Nel laid back on the bed. She pu a hand to her belly, her thoughts turning towards things she didn't want to consider, not now. Now she was getting sleepy. And she wouldn't be able to defend herself when he came again....
***********(Dream sequence)
Come with me...
Nel shook her head furiously, but followed. Her body didn't belong to herself, not anymore. There was nothing but the two of them, and the surrounding darkness. He was all that she could see, and yet she didn't want to be near him. Why, she didn't know.
He now held her hand. Firmly, but not hard enough to cause too much discomfort. But that hand would constrict painfully around her delicate wrist if she resisted. And again, still as musically as before, he would bid her to come with him.
"Where are we going?" she would ask, "Please....I want to go now."
He wouldn't let her go. He would only shake his head slightly, and smile. She was afraid of that smile. It was a smile that did not comfort. It signalled an impending doom.
He led her to a door.
"N-No. Where are you-"
The man pulled Nel through the door. It shut behind them...
************* (End Dream sequence)
Nel awoke, a strangled scream caught in her throat. She reached for the lamp to turn it on. She paused mid motion, remembering that she had fallen asleep without turning it off.
Nel went ahead and turned on the light, fearing that her heart would stop if some unnatural horror would have reveal itself.
She had been beneath the sheets. And yet, on the opposite side of the bed, there was an impression, as if someone had been sitting there.
"Get a grip," she ordered herself. It was Rianna's apartment wasn't it? Maybe Rianna had come in, looked in on her for a bit and then turned off the light. Simple.
Nel was ready to laugh off her ridulous notions, until she remembered that she'd locked the door.
Moaning into her hands, Nel grudgingly got out of bed.
"No use sleeping when your suffering from paranoia." Nel muttered.
Truth be told, Nel couldn't face what was happening.
She couldn't explain the dreams, the voice, nor the fact that after two abortions and a fall down a long flight of stairs, how it was that she was still pregnant. There wasn't a scratch on her either. Not so much as a bruise. This was not normal.
Nel was now planted in front of her sister's television. She had it to herself, and had taken it upon herself to be surrounded with all the junkfood that there was in the house. Pregnant women need nurishment too after all.
*Click*
"Boring..."
*Click*
"Seen it..."
*Click*
"Yuck!"
Eventually, she found herself watching a documentary on abortions. Laughing out loud at the irony, Nel decided to watch it. Perhaps in doing so she'd learn where she went wrong.
The documentary had been on for fifteen minutes, and was now nearing the interesting part: How abortions were done.
Nel and her bowl of popcorn were not prepared for what happened next.
The T.V. shook and then settled, as if it had been hit. Nel stomped on the floor angriliy. It was probably some idiot in the apartment below causing it.
Again, the T.V shook. It had been large enough to be placed on the ground, and the fact that it was shaking now had to mean the people in the apartment below were doing it, at least in Nel's mind. Nel stomped a little harder.
"Stop it you assholes!" She shouted, "I'm watching something educational up here!"
The T.V turned over, forcefully. Nel screamed as the only light in the room went out. Popcorn flew into darkness. Nel fell back against the couch, well aware that she was not alone.
*************
Hmm, I guess those hints weren't good enough huh? I'll try to do better with the next chapter ^_^.