Chapter One:
Kimber's Point of View I guess the only way to tell this right is to
start from the very beginning. Tristin you ARE going to help me with this!
"Everything's dark. Why is everything dark? Dude, someone needs to turn on the lights!"
God, I hurt. Oh, duh. My eyes are closed. That could be why its dark. OK, let's try this again. Eyes open. Oh, shit, it's bright. Maybe eyes closed was a good idea. OK, eyes you can close again.
Ok, know that that is over lets try to remember why I am lying on my back with my eyes closed in a blindingly white...place. OK, last I remember....hmmm, um, shit. Oh come on girl, think. Let's see. There was a bright light, a loud thunder-like crack, and I fall for a long time. Or it felt like I was falling. A voice calling me in panic. Then, a thud, pain, and darkness.
Well, that answered nothing, in fact it gives more questions... how about right before that... um, ok, think Kimber, remember girl...I'm sitting on a table, (where, where) I'm with someone....um, Tristin....doing something, something. Wait.
Tristin?! A voice in panic calling me?!
"Fuck! Tristin!!" I sit up suddenly. "Damn" Woozy. Blurry. God, I feel like I've been hit by a two-ton-something. Eww. There is something dripping down my forehead. I wipe it away and crack an eye again to check out the sticky substance. Blood. Damn. No wonder everything's overly bright: concussion.
Ok, deal with that later. Right now I gotta concentrate. Where's Tristin? Did she come with me to this place-where ever or what ever this place is.
Look to the left, right, behind, straight ahead. OK? I'm dreaming. This is not where I left off. I think. My brain is fuzzy. Memories gone. Amnesia? Great, just great. OK Back to the present. Everything here is all bright and colorful and garden-y. Hell, I'm delusional. And...no Tristin. Course my vision could be slightly hindered by the fact that I'm sitting in this grass-field-thing that rises up to my chin.
"OK. Body. It's time for the two of us to cooperate. Slowly, lean forward to sit on my knees. OK, that's good. Next step. Slowly put weight on knees and rise. Good job."
Woah, I'm tall. Sway. Again with the woozy. At least the blurriness is going away. Look around - again.
Shit! This place is cool. Strange? Oh yea but still cool. I'm definitely going to have to check it out better – after I find Tristin of course. Tristin, Tristin, Tristin??? Where, oh where are you?
"TRISTIN, you out there somewhere?" Please be here. I can't be here by myself. Come on... Wait?! Am I hearing things? Did I just hear an answer?
"Tristin?!"
"Fuck! Go away?!" Chuckle That's Tristin. Thank god! Ok, go towards the voice.
"Hey! You OK?!" Answer damn it. I can't find you in this grass. "If you're ok, sit up!"
"Oh, shit."
The voice is to my left. Damn, my head hurts. I need an aspirin. Suddenly, right in front of me, a bright, maroon head pops up with a strangled:
"Where the....? What the fuck?!" Well, she's OK.
I finally reach her and gingerly sit down to her right. Her expression of confusion is so freakin' comical, I have to laugh. That stops just as quickly as it starts. Note to self: when have cut on head laughter is bad and painful.
Huh, at least Tristin seemed to have survived...whatever it was we went through.... with out any damage. I must've landed on a rock or something. Am I still breathing? Wait, back to earth. Damn concussion. Tristin's saying something.
"What?"
"I said: What the hell are you laughing at? What the HELL happened to your head?! You okay? Where the hell are we? What HAPPENED?! I want some freakin' answers damn it. Woah."
While saying this Tristin was standing over me, pacing back and force, hands wildly waving. That last bit was said quietly as she finished ranting and started looking around obviously just now seeing what I saw a moment ago. A beautiful lake on the left with lotus', frogs, and herrings; a garden with tons of flowers which I couldn't name if I wanted to; a church- like building behind us with amazing architecture and color.
"Tristin!"
"Huh." She turns and looks at me, coming back to earth.
"I know. It's amazing. Oh and to answer your questions: I have one answer for them all btw – I don't know. I came to about ... oh, um, 10 minutes before I found you. Ok, now think Tris, what's the last thing you remember?"
"Um, uh, loud noise, uh, bright light, you, falling – at least I think I was falling, and, oh, uh, waking up here to you screaming at me to wake up." She sits down cross-legged as she says this, ticking off each item with her fingers, head cocked to the left, biting her lower lip, looking up at the sky. Obviously, concentrating hard. Huh, hope she doesn't hurt anything.
"Well, at least our stories are straight. What about before that? ANY- thing?"
"Um, uh, damn. No! Shit. Is that bad? Wait....I remember you! And, me. At...school?...sitting together. Before that I got nothing. You?"
I shake my head.
"Ow! Damn."
I wince from the pain. Gotta remember: head is cut – do not move it. OK, Kimber? Can you remember that? It's not too hard, is it? Your head will thank you. Ok? What'd I miss or say? Tristin's up and ranting again.
"God damn it all to hell! Ok. So, basically, you're saying that we go through some weird, bright, crazy experience; pass out; and wake up lost in some "magic wonderland" (could she get any more sarcastic?) and have NO memory? Riiight... Ok? Who slipped us the drugs? I'm not crazy, am I? Dreaming? What do you think?"
She plops down again and looks at me as if expecting an answer. I shrug. What do I say? "I don't know. I'm as lost as you are. Right now, you are the only thing that's keeping me from thinking I'm dreaming, too. Sorry, girl."
"Actually, my most honored ladies, you are neither dreaming nor lost. In fact, for the first time in 19 years, the two of you are home."
Tristin freaks out. Falls over herself and me with a mumbled yell that sounded something like: "God damn freaky people...sneaky....scared....shit...ow!"
I calmly (after laughing at my graceful friend) turn around and see a short, bald, man wearing long flowing robes. Ok. I've never seen a monk before, but he sure looks like a monk to me. Besides me I feel Tristin sitting back up and saying something only Tris could get away with. I can't help I gotta smirk his expression of shock is just great.
"Who the hell are you? What do you mean ladies? Home, where? Oh god, your head it's balding...oops blinding me. Dude, use less wax. Nice dress."
I have to step in the ... monk looks like he's about ready to have an aneurism.
"Tristin, shut up. What my elonquent friend here is trying to say is: Who are you? Where are we? And What is going on."
The monk grins and gestures behind him. "Follow me and all your questions will be answered." He starts walking towards the church.
Tristin seems to have the same reaction as I do. "Shit."
Tristin's point of view
Huh, great my turn. Ok, I can't remember that far back. Damn. Here goes.
I slowly wake up and open my eyes to see a pile of dirt and grass everywhere. Oh god. Light is bright. Go back to sleep. Yes, sleep, niiicee.
"TRISTIN, you out there somewhere?"
"uhhh" In a quiet dirt-muffled voice. Um, grass tastes pretty good. Who'd a thought. Ewww, bug. Gross.
"Tristin?!"
"Fuck! Go away?!" Eww, go away. Nasty gross crawly thing-ie. Huh-uh smash it.
"Oh shit!" It's twitchin'. God, I gotta get away from bugs. Sit up. Go away. Eww.
Hmm, there's Kimber. I think she was saying something. Oh well. OK, so we have Kimber and, ... lots of grass. Okay... Kimber sits next to me while I go off on my usual ranting and raving. (Read Kimbers pov for actual words. Kimber has a better memory for details. I don't really give a fuck. But she got one thing messed up. I was ranting about the Damn BUG I wasn't coherent enough for anything else right then) Next thing I know she's laughing at me for something. Oh well, she does that a lot. She must've gotten hurt cause I saw some pretty cool blood. And, just as I was going to get to the good part of the ranting and raving I noticed where I was. Some weird, fucked up, shiny bright place. Oh my god, I'm gonna go blind. Oh crap, a church. Run away.
Finally I decided to smoke a cigarette and calm down. With a...little...bit of Kimber's help. Ok, fine, I lied. A lot of Kimber's help. We talked a little bit and figured a few things out when some creepy bald dude came up behind us calling us "honorable ladies" or something to that extent. Me an honorable lady, rriiight, uh-huh, sure. Then he said something about us being home. Hehehe I'm going crazy. I'm losing my mind. I don't remember being a grass person. This ain't my home dude. I think. I don't remember. Am I really Tristin?? Am I all here? Oh, yes I'm here and my "babies" are here too. I couldn't survive without them. (boobs) And, that brings us up to where Kimber left off.
Happy! I said something. From now on you're only gonna hear my little comments I'm gonna throw in there every now and then. Rest of the time I'm gonna bug Kimber, scratch my ass, smoke outside, and watch cartoons. Bye. Cigarette break.
Kimber's POV God, she's a pain.
"Everything's dark. Why is everything dark? Dude, someone needs to turn on the lights!"
God, I hurt. Oh, duh. My eyes are closed. That could be why its dark. OK, let's try this again. Eyes open. Oh, shit, it's bright. Maybe eyes closed was a good idea. OK, eyes you can close again.
Ok, know that that is over lets try to remember why I am lying on my back with my eyes closed in a blindingly white...place. OK, last I remember....hmmm, um, shit. Oh come on girl, think. Let's see. There was a bright light, a loud thunder-like crack, and I fall for a long time. Or it felt like I was falling. A voice calling me in panic. Then, a thud, pain, and darkness.
Well, that answered nothing, in fact it gives more questions... how about right before that... um, ok, think Kimber, remember girl...I'm sitting on a table, (where, where) I'm with someone....um, Tristin....doing something, something. Wait.
Tristin?! A voice in panic calling me?!
"Fuck! Tristin!!" I sit up suddenly. "Damn" Woozy. Blurry. God, I feel like I've been hit by a two-ton-something. Eww. There is something dripping down my forehead. I wipe it away and crack an eye again to check out the sticky substance. Blood. Damn. No wonder everything's overly bright: concussion.
Ok, deal with that later. Right now I gotta concentrate. Where's Tristin? Did she come with me to this place-where ever or what ever this place is.
Look to the left, right, behind, straight ahead. OK? I'm dreaming. This is not where I left off. I think. My brain is fuzzy. Memories gone. Amnesia? Great, just great. OK Back to the present. Everything here is all bright and colorful and garden-y. Hell, I'm delusional. And...no Tristin. Course my vision could be slightly hindered by the fact that I'm sitting in this grass-field-thing that rises up to my chin.
"OK. Body. It's time for the two of us to cooperate. Slowly, lean forward to sit on my knees. OK, that's good. Next step. Slowly put weight on knees and rise. Good job."
Woah, I'm tall. Sway. Again with the woozy. At least the blurriness is going away. Look around - again.
Shit! This place is cool. Strange? Oh yea but still cool. I'm definitely going to have to check it out better – after I find Tristin of course. Tristin, Tristin, Tristin??? Where, oh where are you?
"TRISTIN, you out there somewhere?" Please be here. I can't be here by myself. Come on... Wait?! Am I hearing things? Did I just hear an answer?
"Tristin?!"
"Fuck! Go away?!" Chuckle That's Tristin. Thank god! Ok, go towards the voice.
"Hey! You OK?!" Answer damn it. I can't find you in this grass. "If you're ok, sit up!"
"Oh, shit."
The voice is to my left. Damn, my head hurts. I need an aspirin. Suddenly, right in front of me, a bright, maroon head pops up with a strangled:
"Where the....? What the fuck?!" Well, she's OK.
I finally reach her and gingerly sit down to her right. Her expression of confusion is so freakin' comical, I have to laugh. That stops just as quickly as it starts. Note to self: when have cut on head laughter is bad and painful.
Huh, at least Tristin seemed to have survived...whatever it was we went through.... with out any damage. I must've landed on a rock or something. Am I still breathing? Wait, back to earth. Damn concussion. Tristin's saying something.
"What?"
"I said: What the hell are you laughing at? What the HELL happened to your head?! You okay? Where the hell are we? What HAPPENED?! I want some freakin' answers damn it. Woah."
While saying this Tristin was standing over me, pacing back and force, hands wildly waving. That last bit was said quietly as she finished ranting and started looking around obviously just now seeing what I saw a moment ago. A beautiful lake on the left with lotus', frogs, and herrings; a garden with tons of flowers which I couldn't name if I wanted to; a church- like building behind us with amazing architecture and color.
"Tristin!"
"Huh." She turns and looks at me, coming back to earth.
"I know. It's amazing. Oh and to answer your questions: I have one answer for them all btw – I don't know. I came to about ... oh, um, 10 minutes before I found you. Ok, now think Tris, what's the last thing you remember?"
"Um, uh, loud noise, uh, bright light, you, falling – at least I think I was falling, and, oh, uh, waking up here to you screaming at me to wake up." She sits down cross-legged as she says this, ticking off each item with her fingers, head cocked to the left, biting her lower lip, looking up at the sky. Obviously, concentrating hard. Huh, hope she doesn't hurt anything.
"Well, at least our stories are straight. What about before that? ANY- thing?"
"Um, uh, damn. No! Shit. Is that bad? Wait....I remember you! And, me. At...school?...sitting together. Before that I got nothing. You?"
I shake my head.
"Ow! Damn."
I wince from the pain. Gotta remember: head is cut – do not move it. OK, Kimber? Can you remember that? It's not too hard, is it? Your head will thank you. Ok? What'd I miss or say? Tristin's up and ranting again.
"God damn it all to hell! Ok. So, basically, you're saying that we go through some weird, bright, crazy experience; pass out; and wake up lost in some "magic wonderland" (could she get any more sarcastic?) and have NO memory? Riiight... Ok? Who slipped us the drugs? I'm not crazy, am I? Dreaming? What do you think?"
She plops down again and looks at me as if expecting an answer. I shrug. What do I say? "I don't know. I'm as lost as you are. Right now, you are the only thing that's keeping me from thinking I'm dreaming, too. Sorry, girl."
"Actually, my most honored ladies, you are neither dreaming nor lost. In fact, for the first time in 19 years, the two of you are home."
Tristin freaks out. Falls over herself and me with a mumbled yell that sounded something like: "God damn freaky people...sneaky....scared....shit...ow!"
I calmly (after laughing at my graceful friend) turn around and see a short, bald, man wearing long flowing robes. Ok. I've never seen a monk before, but he sure looks like a monk to me. Besides me I feel Tristin sitting back up and saying something only Tris could get away with. I can't help I gotta smirk his expression of shock is just great.
"Who the hell are you? What do you mean ladies? Home, where? Oh god, your head it's balding...oops blinding me. Dude, use less wax. Nice dress."
I have to step in the ... monk looks like he's about ready to have an aneurism.
"Tristin, shut up. What my elonquent friend here is trying to say is: Who are you? Where are we? And What is going on."
The monk grins and gestures behind him. "Follow me and all your questions will be answered." He starts walking towards the church.
Tristin seems to have the same reaction as I do. "Shit."
Tristin's point of view
Huh, great my turn. Ok, I can't remember that far back. Damn. Here goes.
I slowly wake up and open my eyes to see a pile of dirt and grass everywhere. Oh god. Light is bright. Go back to sleep. Yes, sleep, niiicee.
"TRISTIN, you out there somewhere?"
"uhhh" In a quiet dirt-muffled voice. Um, grass tastes pretty good. Who'd a thought. Ewww, bug. Gross.
"Tristin?!"
"Fuck! Go away?!" Eww, go away. Nasty gross crawly thing-ie. Huh-uh smash it.
"Oh shit!" It's twitchin'. God, I gotta get away from bugs. Sit up. Go away. Eww.
Hmm, there's Kimber. I think she was saying something. Oh well. OK, so we have Kimber and, ... lots of grass. Okay... Kimber sits next to me while I go off on my usual ranting and raving. (Read Kimbers pov for actual words. Kimber has a better memory for details. I don't really give a fuck. But she got one thing messed up. I was ranting about the Damn BUG I wasn't coherent enough for anything else right then) Next thing I know she's laughing at me for something. Oh well, she does that a lot. She must've gotten hurt cause I saw some pretty cool blood. And, just as I was going to get to the good part of the ranting and raving I noticed where I was. Some weird, fucked up, shiny bright place. Oh my god, I'm gonna go blind. Oh crap, a church. Run away.
Finally I decided to smoke a cigarette and calm down. With a...little...bit of Kimber's help. Ok, fine, I lied. A lot of Kimber's help. We talked a little bit and figured a few things out when some creepy bald dude came up behind us calling us "honorable ladies" or something to that extent. Me an honorable lady, rriiight, uh-huh, sure. Then he said something about us being home. Hehehe I'm going crazy. I'm losing my mind. I don't remember being a grass person. This ain't my home dude. I think. I don't remember. Am I really Tristin?? Am I all here? Oh, yes I'm here and my "babies" are here too. I couldn't survive without them. (boobs) And, that brings us up to where Kimber left off.
Happy! I said something. From now on you're only gonna hear my little comments I'm gonna throw in there every now and then. Rest of the time I'm gonna bug Kimber, scratch my ass, smoke outside, and watch cartoons. Bye. Cigarette break.
Kimber's POV God, she's a pain.