Moshi Moshi! Wow!I got reveiwy-ness! Yaaayyy! And sense all of them asked for more, here you go! I hope you enjoy it! This story also got me my first placement on Author Alert Lists!I feel loved.

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xNationMcKinlyx: Thank you! I'm actioually trying a different writing style with this fic, and I'm glad to hear someone liked it.

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Blood Stained Sorceress: On the rating thing, I beleive that the swearing alone is not enough to justify anything past a PG-13 rating. If anything gory, or sexuall happens, I'll boost the rating, but otherwise: screw it. (Y all in good fun. Thanks for the reveiw!)

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White.

He had never liked white. Claimed it made his eyes hurt.

If he was awake right then, he probably would have made a horrible fuss about it.

But as it was, he could only lay there, black wispy hair a stark contrast against the off-white walls, starch-white sheets, and sanitary-white hospitall gown.

His pale skin made it hard to even see him. He looked small in the empty room, the only sound being his soft breath and the incessant beep-beepbeep-beep of the machines around him.

" Hey, Kiddo! You're going to be late for school!" His mother yelled.

She walked in, slamming the door open. She had always made a point of at least having breakfast with her son, and to drive him to school. So when he over slept, she was never lenient with him.

They had agreed long ago that he would have no bedtimes, so long as he never woke her up, and as long as he always was up when he was supposed to. Weekends he could grunge as much as he wanted to.

Whatever she may have said next died in her throat. Her son, her Adie, her little baby boy was lying on the floor, unmoving, unbreathing, silent.

But by the time the ambulence arrived she had discovered that he was just breathing, just breathing to softly to see.

But still, he would not wake to his mothers silent, desperate tears. He had been admited as a coma patient as he lay, eyes moving in frantic patterns of REM sleep.

"Jezzus christ! You look fucked up, my man."

He had gotten in as a freind of the patient, after some scruteny from the nurse. He was tall, almost too tall for a fifteen year old, a self proclamed 'kolumbine kid' type. Scraggly black jeans, knee high boots, red t-shirt, a black trench coat with a multitute of bizzare patches, mostly all decorative, and long, ponytailed, Legolas-worthy hair.

Just sincere enough to be let in, but scary enough to be watched.

He flopped down in a cahir, glumly looking at his freind.

"Shit. And here I was hoping Ota was joking when she said you looked right outta Akira, man."

Chin resting on fists, elbows on knees, he sat silently for a few seconds, watching the twitching of eyes behind closed lids.

". . . . wake up, man. You can't die like this. You're movie don't end this way."

They had become freinds through a mutiall curiosity in sixth grade. Both intrigued, by the other's odd appearance and way of acting.

Before long, they were a common sight. Andrew and Marcus, Blond and Black, Short and Tall, and later refered to by some as 'The Feak Brothers'.

They had had to come up with new insults the day they had come to school wearing matching trenchcoats with 'Freak Brothers' proudly displayed on the back.

A few years later, Marcus was even taller, and had patches (bought Hot Topic Made, self-made, actiuall repairs, and a few pictiures) sewn on his jacket, leading his freind to call him Patches most of the time.

His best freind however, still only a few inches taller than in sixth grade, louder and more pissant than ever, trench faded and worn, still insisted on calling him Blondy. Or 'Fucking Longlegs', but that's a different matter.

And either way, either name made Blondy smile. He never would admit it, but he diddn't care what his freind called him. just so long as he was there.

So when Andy had been admitted to the coma ward, the first person she had thought to call had been him.

He was sitting next to the bed now, knowing he wouldn't be heard, but starting to despise the silence.

"I'm sorry I diddn't come earlyer, okay? You know how I am. . . . i diddn't want to see you like this. I know how lame that sounds. "

Another lapse into silence. Untill he noticed a nother peice of black against all that gloddamned white.

he pulled it out of the sheets. "A film negative? From Ben?" No. It looked like a negative of a pictiure of som e little kids drawing.

"Well, that's creepy."

The meadow again. It was always the medow. or that dark, wet place. Of sometimes that room.

He shuddered. The room scared him now. Even when the 'loop' as he called it had started it had creeped him out. reminded him too much of the little room from when his dad had still been around.

Those memorys were back because she had asked about them. Another conversation with the girl that held him in this loop.

He had taken to calling her Sama. Samara was too long for him. Full names bugged him, anyway.

He looked up into the sky, listning to the muffeld voice his body was hearing.

". . . Blondie? Shit! It's blondie! I figured he'd get around to visiting me sooner or later."

He looked around, making sure she wasn't there to hear right then.

"Wake me up, blondie. Figure it out! I don't think I can take much more of this."

"Excuse me, sir? Visiting hours are almost up now."

Blondie scrubbed at his red, wet eyes and stood up. He would be coming back the next day, he knew that much.

"Are you a freind of his, sir?"

He smiled tieredly. "Yeah. I am."

"Then do you think you could take this to his mother? We told her to come pick it up, but she hasn't been able to.

he nodded, taking the bag.

Later, he would nearly cry again when he found the trnchcoat in there. He would sit, just holding it.

And it would be during that time he would feel the sharp corner of something in the pocket.

And wonder at the blank black tape he had found.

"seven days"

End Chapter Two.