Mmmkay. This is my first fic. I will hopefully finish it. With support and reviews, I think I will. (hint, hint) :) But, you know. I'm not making any promises. Reviews are very much welcome. I'll quit rambling now. The first chapter is kind of short. Oh, yes. I don't own Smallville. All that's mine is this plot/storyline. And maybe a few typo's.
Tomorrow's Memories
The lights. Those blinding bright lights.
I watch in horror as the car speeds toward me. It gets faster and faster and I can't move.
Oh, my God. I'm going to die.
I scream. But it doesn't sound like my voice. It sounds like it's coming from someone somewhere else. Not from me.
I stand rooted to the spot, in the middle of the road. I have enough time to run. But I can't.
Tires are screeching now. But it's too late. All I see is black.
I feel lips on mine. Soft, sweet lips. I hear a name whispered, not caring if it's me saying it or not. I feel his breath on my neck and he holds me tenderly, comforting me. Something terrible has happened. Something awful. He kisses me again and melt against him. It's perfect, this moment. He's perfect. Why—
"Lana? Lana, you need to wake up now." It's a twangy Southern voice speaking. "Honey, you need to take your medicine. Doctor's orders. You can go back to sleep once you've got these down."
I groan. The nurse keeps rambling on. I just want to go back to sleep. Can't that girl wake up, already?
Someone grabs my shoulder and shakes me. What the—
"Lana!" My eyes shoot open.
"Who the heck is Lana?" I'm so ticked off right now. I glare at the nurse and she looks at me in disbelief.
"Y-you are. L-lana Lang." She stuttered nervously. "Dr. Jacobs s-said you m-might have trouble remembering..." She trails off. I roll my eyes.
"Are you going to give me the pills, then, or what?" Okay, so I'm still a bit moody. The nurse fumbles around with the plastic Ziploc bag containing my medicine.
"S-s-sorry," she hands me the bag and a glass of water. "It's my first day." She looks at me apologetically and shuffles out of the room, glancing back once she's in the hall.
Good. I can get back to sleep. I can't really remember what the dream was about, but it was definitely more pleasurable than lying in a hospital bed with a pounding headache and a broken leg.
Swallowing the pills, I let myself relax. I fall into my dreams again, and when I wake the next morning, I can feel something lingering on my lips.