Chapter 6: Awakening
Priss sat on her bed, cross-legged with her head in her hands. /Why is it everyone I turn to for help seems to want to sleep with me? Why won't they just fucking sit there and listen to me and maybe offer some advice? That's it. No more. From now on, I'm on my own. What the hell am I going to do? I have no clue. Congratulations, Priss. You're insane and completely fucked. And not only are you completely screwed, you are also a pregnant little twat. Great way to boost my confidence. Oh fuck it./ Priss fell, exasperated, forward onto the bed.
Just then she heard a knock at the door and a stern voice spoke out, "Priss. I know you're in there." Then Priss could hear more footsteps and a hushed conversation. Another knock on the door and a much shyer voice, "Priss? Are you alright?" Priss didn't answer.
"Priss," Sylia's stern voice returned, "Open this door at once." Still Priss didn't answer. She went back to her cross-legged position, head in her hands. /Why are they both here. And of course Sylia and Linna just had to show up at the exact same time. Naturally they couldn't have spaced things out a little. Things just can't get any worse./
She heard them pounding on the door for what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes, until they both simultaneously shouted out, "Priss, I'm sorry I kissed you." Then there was dead silence. Priss could imagine them staring at each other in shock. /Come on kids, come and meet Priss, the bisexual slut of Tokyo. I'm losing my fucking mind./
Finally she worked up the energy and the forlorn biker yelled out, "Go away!"
Long pause. Maybe they had left. Priss strained and thought she could hear harshly whispered conversations.
"What are you doing here?"
"I don't think she really wants to see you right now!"
Then Priss heard a masculine voice that was depressingly familiar, "I have every right to be here! What are you two doing out on her doorstep shouting your heads off!" /Oooooh, Leon go away!/ Priss thought.
A tentative knock on the door. "Priss?" Leon's voice sounded, "Thank you so much for calling and explaining to me what had happened. Oh wait - you didn't. Thanks a lot." His voice was bitterly sarcastic.
/Why won't they just go away!/ Priss thought. /What do they want out of me anyway?/ She gripped at her head, trying to block out the noise of the shouts outside.
"What do you want?!" She finally yelled, half screaming.
Silent pause outside.
"We just want to talk, Priss" Linna finally replied, annoyed at being so shut out.
"Well we're talking now! Say what you have to say! All of you!" Priss yelled back.
"You see its like this-" Leon started.
Priss interrupted, "In one sentence!"
Silent pause outside.
"Linna, you go first" Priss prompted.
Linna took a deep breath, "I'm sorry I kissed you Priss, I thought it was for the best, I didn't mean to scare you."
"That sounded one hell of a lot like three sentences!" Priss replied.
"They were comas," Linna said challengingly.
"Whatever. Leon, you next."
"I came to see if you were all right and ask why the hell you threw me out of here!" Leon said in a gruff voice.
"Fair enough. I'm fine. You can go now. Oh-, and feel free to leave me alone for the rest of your fucking life! You've done enough damage already!" Priss yelled angrily.
"What damage?!" Leon yelled back, confused and hurt.
"All right!" Sylia said in her most commanding voice, "I've had enough of this! Priscilla I demand that you open the door this instant so we can figure this all out!"
"NO! Just leave me alone!" Priss yelled, rocking back and forth on her bed with her hands clasped over her ears, the pressure of her life suddenly bearing down on her. She knew she was behaving strangely, but she didn't care. She just wanted all the hurt to go away.
"Right." Sylia said crisply, "Leon, break the door down."
"What?" he demanded.
"I said do it!" Sylia commanded.
Without another word Leon turned and set his shoulder against the quite flimsy door, banging into it several times before ripping it completely off its hinges.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" Priss shouted, scrambling into the far corner, "Stay away from me!"
Sylia stepped briskly through the debris of the door to stand before Priss. Leon followed her with Linna tentatively behind, staring daggers at Leon.
Priss saw nothing but the three bodies converging on her, all chanting "Priss, Priss, Priss, we need you." over and over again. She started screaming at them to go away, clamping her hands over her ears and pushing herself into the corner as war as she could, screaming all the while.
"Priss, Priss, Priss." it continued and then abruptly, it stopped, and all the figures around her, pressing in on her, froze exactly in place, silent. Priss' head snapped up at the sudden change. She looked around her, her position relaxing and her mind becoming a little less withdrawn. The figures remained frozen, and Priss let out a half smile and a little laugh, she felt as if a huge pressure had been lifted off of her shoulders. She started to laugh, and felt so free. She was about to stand up, and then very suddenly there was nothing. Nothing but bright, white, glaring light shining in her face and making her squeeze her eyes shut.
She felt herself on a horizontal, on a hard white bed with restraints on her arms and legs. She writhed against them, straining her body trying to escape, to see something other then that bright white light.
Priss sat on her bed, cross-legged with her head in her hands. /Why is it everyone I turn to for help seems to want to sleep with me? Why won't they just fucking sit there and listen to me and maybe offer some advice? That's it. No more. From now on, I'm on my own. What the hell am I going to do? I have no clue. Congratulations, Priss. You're insane and completely fucked. And not only are you completely screwed, you are also a pregnant little twat. Great way to boost my confidence. Oh fuck it./ Priss fell, exasperated, forward onto the bed.
Just then she heard a knock at the door and a stern voice spoke out, "Priss. I know you're in there." Then Priss could hear more footsteps and a hushed conversation. Another knock on the door and a much shyer voice, "Priss? Are you alright?" Priss didn't answer.
"Priss," Sylia's stern voice returned, "Open this door at once." Still Priss didn't answer. She went back to her cross-legged position, head in her hands. /Why are they both here. And of course Sylia and Linna just had to show up at the exact same time. Naturally they couldn't have spaced things out a little. Things just can't get any worse./
She heard them pounding on the door for what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes, until they both simultaneously shouted out, "Priss, I'm sorry I kissed you." Then there was dead silence. Priss could imagine them staring at each other in shock. /Come on kids, come and meet Priss, the bisexual slut of Tokyo. I'm losing my fucking mind./
Finally she worked up the energy and the forlorn biker yelled out, "Go away!"
Long pause. Maybe they had left. Priss strained and thought she could hear harshly whispered conversations.
"What are you doing here?"
"I don't think she really wants to see you right now!"
Then Priss heard a masculine voice that was depressingly familiar, "I have every right to be here! What are you two doing out on her doorstep shouting your heads off!" /Oooooh, Leon go away!/ Priss thought.
A tentative knock on the door. "Priss?" Leon's voice sounded, "Thank you so much for calling and explaining to me what had happened. Oh wait - you didn't. Thanks a lot." His voice was bitterly sarcastic.
/Why won't they just go away!/ Priss thought. /What do they want out of me anyway?/ She gripped at her head, trying to block out the noise of the shouts outside.
"What do you want?!" She finally yelled, half screaming.
Silent pause outside.
"We just want to talk, Priss" Linna finally replied, annoyed at being so shut out.
"Well we're talking now! Say what you have to say! All of you!" Priss yelled back.
"You see its like this-" Leon started.
Priss interrupted, "In one sentence!"
Silent pause outside.
"Linna, you go first" Priss prompted.
Linna took a deep breath, "I'm sorry I kissed you Priss, I thought it was for the best, I didn't mean to scare you."
"That sounded one hell of a lot like three sentences!" Priss replied.
"They were comas," Linna said challengingly.
"Whatever. Leon, you next."
"I came to see if you were all right and ask why the hell you threw me out of here!" Leon said in a gruff voice.
"Fair enough. I'm fine. You can go now. Oh-, and feel free to leave me alone for the rest of your fucking life! You've done enough damage already!" Priss yelled angrily.
"What damage?!" Leon yelled back, confused and hurt.
"All right!" Sylia said in her most commanding voice, "I've had enough of this! Priscilla I demand that you open the door this instant so we can figure this all out!"
"NO! Just leave me alone!" Priss yelled, rocking back and forth on her bed with her hands clasped over her ears, the pressure of her life suddenly bearing down on her. She knew she was behaving strangely, but she didn't care. She just wanted all the hurt to go away.
"Right." Sylia said crisply, "Leon, break the door down."
"What?" he demanded.
"I said do it!" Sylia commanded.
Without another word Leon turned and set his shoulder against the quite flimsy door, banging into it several times before ripping it completely off its hinges.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" Priss shouted, scrambling into the far corner, "Stay away from me!"
Sylia stepped briskly through the debris of the door to stand before Priss. Leon followed her with Linna tentatively behind, staring daggers at Leon.
Priss saw nothing but the three bodies converging on her, all chanting "Priss, Priss, Priss, we need you." over and over again. She started screaming at them to go away, clamping her hands over her ears and pushing herself into the corner as war as she could, screaming all the while.
"Priss, Priss, Priss." it continued and then abruptly, it stopped, and all the figures around her, pressing in on her, froze exactly in place, silent. Priss' head snapped up at the sudden change. She looked around her, her position relaxing and her mind becoming a little less withdrawn. The figures remained frozen, and Priss let out a half smile and a little laugh, she felt as if a huge pressure had been lifted off of her shoulders. She started to laugh, and felt so free. She was about to stand up, and then very suddenly there was nothing. Nothing but bright, white, glaring light shining in her face and making her squeeze her eyes shut.
She felt herself on a horizontal, on a hard white bed with restraints on her arms and legs. She writhed against them, straining her body trying to escape, to see something other then that bright white light.
