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CHAPTER 4
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Subconscious Sequence~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Helga stared dreamily at the red tulip she was holding. Its petals were blood-red, and there were too many of them on the flower – every time she moved her hand, a few more petals fell off, and yet there seemed to be no end to the deep crimson petals.
She was seated on a flat rock in the middle of what seemed like an ocean of flowers. Tulips, daisies, daffodils, violets, pansies – flowers in every size and shade surrounded the blond-haired girl, leaving only a small space above her for the brilliant light of the sun to shine upon her head, creating a halo of light and giving her the appearance of an angel. Helga began to hum softly, the tune coming to her as if it was a special song, designed specifically for a special place like this, although the words eluded her.
A small rustling in the flowers near her interrupted her fascination with the never-ending stream of petals from the tulip. A small boy appeared and sat down next to Helga, smiling sweetly at her. A wrinkled furrowed the unmarred skin of Helga's brow, for she had seen this boy somewhere before, but, like the song lyrics, the boy's name was lost to her.
The little boy whispered to her, "Are you lost, angel?"
Suddenly, the sunlight, which had been pouring down so happily on Helga, began to dissipate, and dark clouds began floating in over their heads. Her memories came pouring back, and with them, the coldness of the life Helga had left behind...or so she thought.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End Subconscious Sequence~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Brrrrrriiiiiinnnngggg
The bell that signaled the beginning of yet another day of school also brought more worry to the faces of three teens in the classroom of Mr. Visser. Phoebe Heyerdahl, a petite, raven-haired girl was watching the door, her countenance growing even more frantic with ever passing second that the blonde she was waiting for failed to appear. Her boyfriend, Gerald Johanssen, was trying to calm her down at the same time as he was trying to reassure his best friend, Arnold, that Helga would appear at any second, late as usual. While the three's fears that had been growing since the previous evening, when they had failed to find Helga anywhere, increased even more, the Principal of P.S. 120 came onto the P.A.
"Students!" he yelled, making the noise level drop to a dull roar. "I have some distressing news. Yesterday afternoon, one of our students was in a car accident with her parents." At this news, two raven-colored heads and one blonde head shot up and stared at the P.A. announcer in their room, hoping that this would help them hear the Principal better. To no avail, unfortunately. As soon as Mr. Hawley had finished with that statement, everyone else lost interest, and so the noise level had increased again, making it impossible for Phoebe, Gerald, and Arnold to hear who the student was, and if she was ok.
"Oh Gerald, I just know it is her! I just know it!" Phoebe began sobbing onto her boyfriend's shoulder. Gerald, in a state of shock, was trying to comfort his girlfriend. He turned to look at Arnold, who also appeared to be in a state of shock, a much worse one, by the looks of it. Gerald raised his hand, and Mr. Visser, failing to get the attention of his students and force them to listen to the rest of the announcements, nodded his head, indicating Gerald should come up to his desk.
After disentangling himself from Phoebe, Gerald walked slowly up to the desk, dreading the news that he was sure he was about to receive. Mr. Visser had a grave look on his face as Gerald approached. "Mr. Johanssen. I presume you wish to know who the student was, since this bunch," he said, indicating the rambunctious and noisy students around his classroom, "apparently could care less." Gerald gulped and nodded, his heart pounding.
"The student who was in the accident was none other than our Miss Pataki." Gerald's heart began to break for his girlfriend and his best friend, already knowing that they would be devastated by the news.
"Is...is she...ok, Mr. Visser?"
Mr. Visser looked at the boy, no, man in front of him, and slowly shook his head. "Miss Pataki is in a coma. The doctors have no idea if she will eventually wake up." As Gerald nodded slowly, and turned to go, Mr. Visser placed a hand on his arm. "There's more, if you care to know, Mr. Johanssen." Gerald half-turned back to the teacher. "Miss Pataki's parents were both killed in the accident. I know that your girlfriend and Miss Pataki used to be very close. If you would like to go down to the office and get your parents to excuse you, so you can go visit her. I'm sure it would be fine." Mr. Visser's eyes, normally hard, cold marble stones, softened a bit. "I will make sure that all of your teachers know why you, three (?) are absent today." He said, glancing at Arnold as well. Gerald nodded his thanks.
He walked over to Arnold and Phoebe. "Get your stuff guys. It was her. She's in a coma, and Mr. Visser has given us permission to leave and visit her at the hospital." The two stared blankly at Gerald, Phoebe's eyes still wreathed in tears, and Arnold's still glazed in shock. With a sigh, Gerald began to pack up his and Phoebe's stuff. The movement startled Arnold into movement, and he began to quickly shovel his notebook, book and CD player into his bag, zipping it up, and standing up, ready to bolt out the door. Gerald grabbed his and Phoebe's backpacks and helped Phoebe, still senseless with grief, out of her seat. Together the three friends walked to the door, down the hallway, and into the Main Office, where Gerald picked up the phone to call his and Phoebe's parents, and Arnold's grandparents.
Arnold and Phoebe sat down in the hard chairs that were scattered around the office for visitors. Phoebe's sobs had started to slow, and she managed to look over at Arnold, whose eyes had lost their natural sparkle. He was staring in shock at the floor, reliving the last few conversations he had had with Helga. Phoebe saw him wince and his azure eyes fill with tears, although he manfully tried to blink them away.
"Arnold..." Phoebe said hesitantly, her voice quavering. Arnold, refusing to look at her, nodded his acknowledgement. Before Phoebe could continue, however, Gerald came over to them.
"Ok, guys, it's all set. I talked to my Dad, Phoebe's mom, and your Grandpa, and they all said it was perfectly fine for us to go to the hospital. My dad said that she would need someone to be with her when she wakes up," Gerald said, glancing meaningfully at Arnold. He took Phoebe's arm, hoisted Arnold by the elbow, and supported them out to his car.
A/N: I know, I know, kind of a crappy place to end the chapter, but oh well. I hope you liked it! To: Tinánia Legolinde, Big Daddy, PopStarOE, Houndour, Big Daddy, Carlin Jones, cassbball9797, Roxynomekop1288, and Brat Child2: Thanks for reviewing this fic – I really appreciate the encouragement and commentary!
CHAPTER 4
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Subconscious Sequence~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Helga stared dreamily at the red tulip she was holding. Its petals were blood-red, and there were too many of them on the flower – every time she moved her hand, a few more petals fell off, and yet there seemed to be no end to the deep crimson petals.
She was seated on a flat rock in the middle of what seemed like an ocean of flowers. Tulips, daisies, daffodils, violets, pansies – flowers in every size and shade surrounded the blond-haired girl, leaving only a small space above her for the brilliant light of the sun to shine upon her head, creating a halo of light and giving her the appearance of an angel. Helga began to hum softly, the tune coming to her as if it was a special song, designed specifically for a special place like this, although the words eluded her.
A small rustling in the flowers near her interrupted her fascination with the never-ending stream of petals from the tulip. A small boy appeared and sat down next to Helga, smiling sweetly at her. A wrinkled furrowed the unmarred skin of Helga's brow, for she had seen this boy somewhere before, but, like the song lyrics, the boy's name was lost to her.
The little boy whispered to her, "Are you lost, angel?"
Suddenly, the sunlight, which had been pouring down so happily on Helga, began to dissipate, and dark clouds began floating in over their heads. Her memories came pouring back, and with them, the coldness of the life Helga had left behind...or so she thought.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End Subconscious Sequence~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Brrrrrriiiiiinnnngggg
The bell that signaled the beginning of yet another day of school also brought more worry to the faces of three teens in the classroom of Mr. Visser. Phoebe Heyerdahl, a petite, raven-haired girl was watching the door, her countenance growing even more frantic with ever passing second that the blonde she was waiting for failed to appear. Her boyfriend, Gerald Johanssen, was trying to calm her down at the same time as he was trying to reassure his best friend, Arnold, that Helga would appear at any second, late as usual. While the three's fears that had been growing since the previous evening, when they had failed to find Helga anywhere, increased even more, the Principal of P.S. 120 came onto the P.A.
"Students!" he yelled, making the noise level drop to a dull roar. "I have some distressing news. Yesterday afternoon, one of our students was in a car accident with her parents." At this news, two raven-colored heads and one blonde head shot up and stared at the P.A. announcer in their room, hoping that this would help them hear the Principal better. To no avail, unfortunately. As soon as Mr. Hawley had finished with that statement, everyone else lost interest, and so the noise level had increased again, making it impossible for Phoebe, Gerald, and Arnold to hear who the student was, and if she was ok.
"Oh Gerald, I just know it is her! I just know it!" Phoebe began sobbing onto her boyfriend's shoulder. Gerald, in a state of shock, was trying to comfort his girlfriend. He turned to look at Arnold, who also appeared to be in a state of shock, a much worse one, by the looks of it. Gerald raised his hand, and Mr. Visser, failing to get the attention of his students and force them to listen to the rest of the announcements, nodded his head, indicating Gerald should come up to his desk.
After disentangling himself from Phoebe, Gerald walked slowly up to the desk, dreading the news that he was sure he was about to receive. Mr. Visser had a grave look on his face as Gerald approached. "Mr. Johanssen. I presume you wish to know who the student was, since this bunch," he said, indicating the rambunctious and noisy students around his classroom, "apparently could care less." Gerald gulped and nodded, his heart pounding.
"The student who was in the accident was none other than our Miss Pataki." Gerald's heart began to break for his girlfriend and his best friend, already knowing that they would be devastated by the news.
"Is...is she...ok, Mr. Visser?"
Mr. Visser looked at the boy, no, man in front of him, and slowly shook his head. "Miss Pataki is in a coma. The doctors have no idea if she will eventually wake up." As Gerald nodded slowly, and turned to go, Mr. Visser placed a hand on his arm. "There's more, if you care to know, Mr. Johanssen." Gerald half-turned back to the teacher. "Miss Pataki's parents were both killed in the accident. I know that your girlfriend and Miss Pataki used to be very close. If you would like to go down to the office and get your parents to excuse you, so you can go visit her. I'm sure it would be fine." Mr. Visser's eyes, normally hard, cold marble stones, softened a bit. "I will make sure that all of your teachers know why you, three (?) are absent today." He said, glancing at Arnold as well. Gerald nodded his thanks.
He walked over to Arnold and Phoebe. "Get your stuff guys. It was her. She's in a coma, and Mr. Visser has given us permission to leave and visit her at the hospital." The two stared blankly at Gerald, Phoebe's eyes still wreathed in tears, and Arnold's still glazed in shock. With a sigh, Gerald began to pack up his and Phoebe's stuff. The movement startled Arnold into movement, and he began to quickly shovel his notebook, book and CD player into his bag, zipping it up, and standing up, ready to bolt out the door. Gerald grabbed his and Phoebe's backpacks and helped Phoebe, still senseless with grief, out of her seat. Together the three friends walked to the door, down the hallway, and into the Main Office, where Gerald picked up the phone to call his and Phoebe's parents, and Arnold's grandparents.
Arnold and Phoebe sat down in the hard chairs that were scattered around the office for visitors. Phoebe's sobs had started to slow, and she managed to look over at Arnold, whose eyes had lost their natural sparkle. He was staring in shock at the floor, reliving the last few conversations he had had with Helga. Phoebe saw him wince and his azure eyes fill with tears, although he manfully tried to blink them away.
"Arnold..." Phoebe said hesitantly, her voice quavering. Arnold, refusing to look at her, nodded his acknowledgement. Before Phoebe could continue, however, Gerald came over to them.
"Ok, guys, it's all set. I talked to my Dad, Phoebe's mom, and your Grandpa, and they all said it was perfectly fine for us to go to the hospital. My dad said that she would need someone to be with her when she wakes up," Gerald said, glancing meaningfully at Arnold. He took Phoebe's arm, hoisted Arnold by the elbow, and supported them out to his car.
A/N: I know, I know, kind of a crappy place to end the chapter, but oh well. I hope you liked it! To: Tinánia Legolinde, Big Daddy, PopStarOE, Houndour, Big Daddy, Carlin Jones, cassbball9797, Roxynomekop1288, and Brat Child2: Thanks for reviewing this fic – I really appreciate the encouragement and commentary!